I sang karaoke in a non-college, public setting for the first time in my life. We went to the bar to play pool and drink, but it so happened they'd set up for karaoke night. B.F. and myself decided to give it a go. He sang this, after five minutes of arguing with me as to the lyrics and tune. He did a bang-up job, it was pretty fucking impressive, and I must say he melted all of our panties. Yes, mine included, he was that sexy.
In between our goes, there was a man who requested a song, and I thought he sounded very strange, his voice halting and stuttery. At first, I thought he was deaf, and thought that it was pretty impressive. Well, when he started singing, it turned out he was actually mentally challenged. I feel kind of bad, but we all turned to each other, trying to repress laughter, not knowing how to react. I kept trying to pretend he was deaf, while someone else was insisting (correctly) that he was mentally challenged. Another little failure.
Then was my shot. This was the song. Remember, I hate people, so I stood there, arms crossed across my chest ("the best Russian karaoke singer in history"), my back leg shaking after about thirty seconds. Let me tell you, you can't really whisper a song and be heard. I had to belt that out, and did the best I could, given that I was also trying not to wet myself. In retrospect, I shouldn't have been that nervous, no one was really paying attention, or if they were, they weren't showing it. Well, personal growth and all that jazz, right?
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