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I just got back from Karaoke night. I should probably have been sleeping, but OhMyGosh it was so much fun. I have no regrets whatsoever. Everyone was talking, cheering, catcalling. Most of the people singing were really Really bad and I was unduly amused. The people who were not bad were all friends of mine and I was unduly proud. Then there were those two beautiful geeky boys who sang "Total Eclipse of the Heart" together, beers in hand. They were so into it. I was SO into it. I was laughing and squealing and kicking my feet. I couldn't help it.
Oh, and I sang. I was terrified. I was shaking head to foot the whole time I was up there. I was having chest pains. I thought I might have a heart attack. A thought which I shared with everyone via the microphone in my sweaty trembling hand. No one clapped or cheered or even looked at me. I couldn't hear myself at all and I had reason to suspect I was inflicting serious permanent damage on these poor people's ears. I didn't know all the words. I lost my place a few times.
But once I started singing, it was like. Like nothing else in the world. I poured my heart out, people. I can't remember ever feeling so alive ever. I think I'm addicted.
Even when I blanked out, lost my place, whatever. I just threw in a semi-melodic "ooh" or threw out some random part of the chorus with a little trill thrown in. I did it without thinking. I did it like I was made to do it. Oh yeah, I am so addicted.
When I finished, well. Nothing. I think I heard crickets. Then someone said "I know her". Someone across the room called out "That's my neighbor!" For the rest of the night, I had people coming up to compliment me or remind me that I knew them or squeeze my shoulder. Dude. I've got fans.
I think I'll go cry now.
Oh, and I sang. I was terrified. I was shaking head to foot the whole time I was up there. I was having chest pains. I thought I might have a heart attack. A thought which I shared with everyone via the microphone in my sweaty trembling hand. No one clapped or cheered or even looked at me. I couldn't hear myself at all and I had reason to suspect I was inflicting serious permanent damage on these poor people's ears. I didn't know all the words. I lost my place a few times.
But once I started singing, it was like. Like nothing else in the world. I poured my heart out, people. I can't remember ever feeling so alive ever. I think I'm addicted.
Even when I blanked out, lost my place, whatever. I just threw in a semi-melodic "ooh" or threw out some random part of the chorus with a little trill thrown in. I did it without thinking. I did it like I was made to do it. Oh yeah, I am so addicted.
When I finished, well. Nothing. I think I heard crickets. Then someone said "I know her". Someone across the room called out "That's my neighbor!" For the rest of the night, I had people coming up to compliment me or remind me that I knew them or squeeze my shoulder. Dude. I've got fans.
I think I'll go cry now.
