Sometimes I think I can sing

Holy shit, it's Friday night again. Well that went fast. Here I am, back where I was last week. I mean, exactly where I was last week. Trying to write a paper (well, an article that was due last week) and trying to read while I drink beer and listen to music.
I was almost a rockstar.
I mean, who doesn't want to be a rockstar, right? My friend plays drums with some friends in a studio around the corner from me.  I volunteered to stop by and sing on Wednesday night, but then we had speedwork at the track and I couldn't. Damn this running thing. So, okay, I don't think I can really sing, but sometimes I wonder. You know, you never really hear yourself and when the music is playing loudly enough and I'm belting it out sometimes, sometimes, I think I can sing. Regardless, I love to sing. There's something very visceral about it. It feels really good. I can do vibrato, and not many people can do vibrato. And I know I can hold a tune because they wouldn't have let me into high school chorus if I couldn't hold a tune.
I almost played Adelaide in our Guys 'n Dolls senior play in high school. I know you don't know THAT about me. I auditioned with some stupid song that involved me playing nasal like I had a cold and reciting in a Brooklyn accent. Okay, that's hard. Ask me to sing it sometime, I'll show you. It came so naturally it was pathetic. I think that's the only time I sang by myself in front of an audience.
Regardless, I want to be a rockstar. I can't think of anything in the world that would be more fun, gratifying and personally satisfying than letting it loose in front of an audience and having the LOVE you. Plus, you get to dress like a rockstar and dance.
So next time someone asks me about my fucking dream job, I'm going to answer ROCKSTAR.
What does that say about me, what I'm looking for in a work environment and what I see myself doing in five years?