I did

I was alone. 
I was on Spadina Ave. 
The TTC was almost empty. 
A teenagers group  arrived, speaking loudly. 
I started to sing. Not very loud.  
They  were behind me, but I could feel their silence and I knew that they were listening to me. 
Other people arrived and I sang until the end of the song. 
I didn’t sing how I would have liked to.  
I’d like to sing  like a singer and usually I can do this at friends’ parties. 
But there, I sang like a little bird. 
My feeling is that the license is not enough. We must have the license inside us.