Learned something the hard way the other day….Karaoke is right not a privilege. While gallivanting about town with some close friends, I stumbled upon a glorious karaoke club and decided it was a good idea to showcase the old pipes. Inspired by the bouncer’s stonewashed denim jacket, I started off the night singing some Brian Adam (Summer of ’69). As the night progressed, however, my ambition grew as my sobriety waned. I thought to myself (while in a tequila haze), “Wow, I have a really great voice…I can sing anything…” So I decide to sing the hardest song in the world. I decided to sing “Alone” by Heart….really? I’ve made some poor decisions in my life and this one definitely had to be one of the worst. Did I really think I could become the third Wilson sister? Apparently so…anyway to make a long story short as I tried to hit the notes that made Ann Wilson an icon by voice cracks cueing the people around me to turn off the music. In my 27 years of existence I have heard some bad karaoke but I have never seen anyone get the music turned off on them. Guess I can scratch that off my bucket list. While embarrassing, I did learn a valuable lesson. I should stick to my comfort zone (Billy Ocean and Sir Mixalot…if they don’t have that in the selection I’m keeping quiet and playing the tambourine on the side…)
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