Liz Madsen's Real Deal

They caught me in my Elvis year so I defined myself as an Elvis fan. Above everything else. I lived, breathed, felt only Elvis.

Today, whilst listenin’ to some music, and thinking about just how beautiful I am, I thought it’s time to define myself again. Now I don’t know if I should share this with y’all… Maybe I won’t. But it’s good, from time to time, to remember who we are.

I’m Demi Moore in Ghost. I have loved Patrick Swayze.

I am John Travolta in Michael, the archangel. I’m bold, kind and humorous.

I’m my father’s daughter. I’m extremely proud of that. I’ve always been.

I rode a bike behind Tom Cruise in Top Gun. I am that girl.

I’ve danced with Elvis in Viva Las Vegas. I am Ann-Margret.

I’ve danced with John Travolta in Grease. I am Olivia Newton John.

I am Christian Bale in American Psycho. I haven’t killed anyone, nor will I ever, but I am that narcissistic.

I am Carrie Bradshaw. I don’t dress like her (although I’d love to, but it’s a bit too much for the sporty type that I am), but I think like her. Some other people may not think that I do, but I can feel it.

I am a SugaBabe. Push the button.

I felt the wind caressing my face with Richard Marx on Hazard.

I am a friend on I’ll be there for you – The Rembrandts.

I am the girl who played Chopin and who put her arms on the piano whilst listening to Chopin playing for me, just for me. Dreaming of perfection. Endless perfection.

I am a girl who finds her most intimate self in Saint Paul’s Cathedral, in London.

I have danced with Al Pacino on that gorgeous Astor Piazzola tango, in Scent of a woman.

I shook it like Beyonce, in the disco.

I am an Atomic Kitten. Don’t you ever say this love’s not special.

I have hurt like Shakira, you beautiful liar.

I am Kathleen Kelly in You’ve got mail. I’ve been there. Felt that. Done it.

I am that 50’s housewife or simple girl who loves the swing.

I am Marilyn Monroe – Happy birthday, Mr. President.

I am the 60’s girl who yelled each time she heard Elvis on the radio.

I am an old American who caught the 50’s-60’s when they were in their teens.

I am a Brit. I am extremely polite, am proud of England and like beer. LOL

I am a Scot. I’m extremely friendly and cute.

I am a playa. Go ahead and check on it.

I drove like Schumacher on Bizet – Les toreadors. I am him.

I wish I were like Kelis. So you could trick me once, but never twice. I’m working on that.

I have danced with Ricky Martin on Pegate. I am that girl. I have hot blood.

I am Elvis Crespo’s Princesita. I love salsa and it brings back awesome memories.

I have dreamt of perfection on Paul Schwarz’ Ombra mai fu. It’s carved so very deep within my soul.

I have drove a convertible through a forest, feeling the wind on my face, on Bobby McFerrin & Yoyo Ma’s Ave Maria – Gounod Bach.

I have danced with Justin Timberlake on Summer love. I am that girl.

I am Michael Madsen in Vengeance Unlimited. I’m strong, feared, gorgeous and extremely intelligent. And I’d love to be a vigilante, but probably never will be one.

I have danced with Michael Buble on “Buena sera, signorina”, “I won’t dance” and “Everything”

I am Norah Jones. Come away with me in the night and tell me those sweet words… I’ve got to see you again.

I’ve danced with Gary Barlow on Back for good and many, many other songs.

I’ve loved Robbie Williams for a summer on Eternity.

I’ve lived the summer of ‘69 with Bryan Adams.

I am Maximus Decimus Meridius. I have been there, fought the fight and flew on the music.

I woke up in white sheets smelling like spring and went on the terrace only to view a beautiful Italian piazzetta on Luciano Pavarotti’s arias. I am that girl.

I drove home for Christmas with Chris Rea.

If I’d have the chance I’d have my coffee at Starbucks every single day. Sit there in the comfy chairs and talk for ages about the most interesting subjects in the world. And about the most romantic things.

I am a world champion. I will get there. I am Chesney Hawkes’ one and only.

I am Shania Twain. You’re still the one.

I am a deer running through the summer rain, on Sting’s Desert rose.

I’ve lived Sunrise Avenue’s Fairytale gone bad. I am that girl.

I am Ally McBeal. I’ve loved the neighbourhood and walked away like Renee too.

I am the puzzle of Westlife’s hearts.

I am Westlife’s “Soledad“. I’ve been there.

I am Christina Aguilera on Hurt and Tell me. I’ve been there.

I am Seinfeld. I can laugh at nothing.

I am Benton Fraser. I am Canadian mountie and proud of it. I am polite, a role model, simple and beautiful.

I’m one of the Temptations. Singing like crazy on Shout.

I’m also Jerry Lee Lewis. Playing like crazy on the piano.

I am a bootylicious sequence of aromas like Old Spice, Joop, White Musk, Laguna, Sweet Courreges and smells of Christmas.

I am the one who’ll almost always lend you a hand if you’re in trouble, whomever you are.

I am the one who’ll always respect people.

I am the one who never quits when they really want something.

I am Catwoman. I hang out with Spiderman, Superman, Batman and such.

I am all that and so, so, so much more. Nick wouldn’t agree to that. He’d say it’s just second hand information. Just what I’ve been hit by, went through and such. That it’s not who I am. I agree with him, but I also agree with my view on this. I am all those things. They’re as much part of me as the air I breathe. All the joy, pain, fear, excitement, memories, they all filled me up and shaped me into who I am today.

I have flaws. I admit. Actually, I’m a whole collection of flaws. I am no eagle. Not just yet. I can be one though. It’s in me. But I don’t have to be.

And I know I left out the sad parts… Left out the bad parts… They also made me who I am today. But I just don’t feel like saying bad parts.

Unfortunately the sad parts sometime come into mind more often than the good parts.

So… Who are you? What are your special moments? Where do your thoughts fly?