Spotlight. Stagefright.
"You gotta sing man, everyone's got to!"
With the disco light slowly spinning on the ceiling, the mad 90's beats pumping, and the peer pressure, I think i'm about to crack. Who can turn down an opportunity to sing in such an atmosphere?
But... but... I don't sing! At least not unless I'm in the shower. Or in the car. Or with my headphones on dancing down the street to some Queen.
Gulp.
I grab the mic, and as the rainbow of lights make the room spin, I clear my throat and the falsetto sets in.
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Daily Weirdness
PoetryI'm going to endeavour to write some daily observations about average things that happen. We'll see how this goes!
