“Come on!” Two of my favorite words. Especially when said with conviction. Especially when the singer belts it out into a microphone (head nod, head nod), it is an open invitation. It’s a singer’s battlecry. It’s a dare. It’s a let me take you on this emotional adventure with me, and you won’t regret it. It’s a call to get out of yourself and a let go moment. “Come on” says trust me. Take the trip. Hop on board. Let the music envelop you and change you. Float out of yourself and go. That’s what it feels like at a concert with a riveting performer. “Come on!” calls out and intensifies the experience.
“Come on!” is a wink, a tease, and a plea. “Come on” says join me, connect with me, please. “Come on” entices because it says, “I want You.” “I’m going on an adventure, and I want you to be a part of it.” I feel a physical pull in my heart when I hear these words, and usually I’m a goner (in true empath style).
Your answer to “Come on!” can be public or private. (As in, no one else has to know what is going on internally.) It can be in a collective moment, like at a concert when the music pulsates through your body and you move with it, or it can be a more private moment, like going off with a friend to parts unknown. Either way, it is YOUR moment. You get to say yay or nay. But if you say yay, say it with conviction and go.
“Come on!” can also be a shout out to rejoin the fray. Get back in the game. Spirit away. When I need to let it out and move on, I put on music. My old favorite “Come on!” is from Jim Morrison and the Doors in “LA Woman.” My new favorite “Come on!” is from Sophia Urista and Brass Against in “Wake Up.” Made loud to be played loud. Releases emotions big time.
And if your’e feeling brave, drop a “Come on!” to someone else to join you ~ and let go. No holds barred.