Picture this.

 

My palms are sweaty, knees weak. My arms are heavy. This place sounds like a carnival and the microphone smells like a beer. At first, I was afraid. I was petrified. Is this real life? Or is this just a fantasy? I lick my lips and belt out the worst rendition of Valerie you’ve ever heard. Amy’s ashamed. I’m anything but. After all, if we couldn’t laugh we would all go insane.

 

By that banter you could probably tell I’m a self-proclaimed karaoke star who grew up listening to legends like Billy Joel, Queen, and Jimmy Buffet, longing for the glory days at the ripe age of nine. The kid notorious for showing up to basketball practice bumping to Curtain Call: The Hits from the backseat of my dad’s Ford Expedition. What can I say? I’ve always been the life of the party!*** 

 

My karaoke career is currently in the corner collecting dust while I try to make it big as a copywriter. And for the sake of us all (and our ears), I think I’m gonna keep it that way.