Why Tim sings and I do not.

I had a dream that I was on a quiet stage by my myself, trying to sing to a full audience. Everyone was quietly laughing at my attempts. I felt like I was burning. I wanted to melt and seep through the floor so no one could see me. The laughs from the audience grow louder. I Look out past the blinding spotlights at a sea of mocking eyes. I'm drowning. My swelling shame acts as a magnet, attracting all of the metal objects in the room. Everything flies towards me and liquidizes. A metallic river flows into my mouth and up my nose, and fills my lungs. I die.