Last Friday night I attended our monthly Karaoke Night at our usual spot. Sadly, not all of the usual former coworkers could make it as they had prior engagements. It’s easy to see why with the holidays now upon us.
To summarize, here’s the list of songs I “sang”:
- Tainted Love by Soft Cell. Always a favorite.
- Precious by Depeche Mode. A song about the effects of divorce on children.
- Break Stuff by Limp Bizkit. I uh…I’d rather not talk about why I didn’t have to look at the screen for the lyrics. I knew them. Look, let’s not discuss this, okay?
I have videos but there’s a reason why I linked to the original songs. Don’t expect them to ever be seen.
Despite there not being a lot of former coworkers, the place was packed as there was someone there with a group of friends celebrating a birthday. Among the large group was what I presumed to be a sprinkle of hipsters—they can be spotted miles away without binoculars—who looked out of place with the rest. Meh, no biggie. I’m no pillar of fashion myself.
I noticed that one of them signed up to sing.
Eventually, this female hipster got her turn on stage. When she stepped up I thought to myself, “Oh, this ought to be good.”
She was dressed like Blossom (almost EXACTLY like the photo above) and wearing white horn-rimmed glasses. She took the mic and stood stoically on the stage as the following song started to play.
There she stood staring straight at the lyric screen on the left of the stage, looking as if she was dared to sing a song but her introversion was getting the best of her and she was having second thoughts. Absolutely no body movement from her.
The piano intro led up to the vocals and she started to sing.
I hear the ticking of the clock
I’m lying here, the room’s pitch dark
Not bad, I thought. She must have had some kind of training.
I wonder where you are tonight
No answer on the telephone
Well, she’s better than the regular we call The Pilipino Elvis, that’s for sure. I’ve always liked this tune and she was doing it justice.
And the night goes by so very slow
I hope that it won’t end, though
Okay, enough of the quite stuff. Let’s see how well she can pull off Ann Wilson’s amazing voice. Not a chance in Hell, I thought.
Still standing in the same place, holding the mic in the same position and staring at the lyric monitor, she starts to sing the next line.
And this was pretty much how the entire room looked when it happened.