See, here's the thing. I've been, for the past 6 weeks, participating in a Karaoke contest. Each time, at the end of the night, I've come in just shy of first place... so close, every time. In fact, I was under 15 points (of a 100 point scale) from a perfect, but someone (who DID deserve to win) beat me... as it's always been.
So last night, I enter, like I always do. I put in my song.I actually got there early enough to warm up. Granted, my warmup song got changed out on me, but you know what, I don't care. I had fun with it nontheless. I drank some beers, had some fun, spent some time with some dear friends of mine. It was great.
Then, the moment of truth. My turn to go up and sing. Before doing so, I get a nice big good luck kiss, and a promise of another when I'm done. Not to mention, all my friends are there, moreso than usual, and by God, I'm going to bring the angels down from heaven when I wail this tune.
I did. My gods, I did so damned well, I was SO proud of myself. No one could beat me, I was the man, and my dick was 19 inches long and 8 inches around and swinging to and fro. I was THE bad motherfucker.
Incidentally, I sang "Turn the Page", the original Bob Seger version.
So anyways, an ex-employee of the bar comes up. Some folks think he quit just to compete. (Which is stupid, because the first week's winner is taking it all in the men's category)
He gets up, sings an 80's song I'm not readily recognizing, and doesn't do that great at it. He's generally a better singer, but tonight he didn't just have it. It happens.
He beats me. He fucking beat me by one godamned point. I think my crew around the table was about to get up and go beat some ass.
My heart sank, I'll admit it. I just let myself slide into anonymity by hiding in Tabbatha's hair, and pondering what I did wrong. It was annoying as hell because I *KNOW* I outsang him. I know it for a fact.
Some think it a conspiracy, I dunno about that though.
Incidentally, I did sing Enrique Iglesias' song "Hero" for Tabbatha, introed it in Spanish and everything.
So last night, I enter, like I always do. I put in my song.I actually got there early enough to warm up. Granted, my warmup song got changed out on me, but you know what, I don't care. I had fun with it nontheless. I drank some beers, had some fun, spent some time with some dear friends of mine. It was great.
Then, the moment of truth. My turn to go up and sing. Before doing so, I get a nice big good luck kiss, and a promise of another when I'm done. Not to mention, all my friends are there, moreso than usual, and by God, I'm going to bring the angels down from heaven when I wail this tune.
I did. My gods, I did so damned well, I was SO proud of myself. No one could beat me, I was the man, and my dick was 19 inches long and 8 inches around and swinging to and fro. I was THE bad motherfucker.
Incidentally, I sang "Turn the Page", the original Bob Seger version.
So anyways, an ex-employee of the bar comes up. Some folks think he quit just to compete. (Which is stupid, because the first week's winner is taking it all in the men's category)
He gets up, sings an 80's song I'm not readily recognizing, and doesn't do that great at it. He's generally a better singer, but tonight he didn't just have it. It happens.
He beats me. He fucking beat me by one godamned point. I think my crew around the table was about to get up and go beat some ass.
My heart sank, I'll admit it. I just let myself slide into anonymity by hiding in Tabbatha's hair, and pondering what I did wrong. It was annoying as hell because I *KNOW* I outsang him. I know it for a fact.
Some think it a conspiracy, I dunno about that though.
Incidentally, I did sing Enrique Iglesias' song "Hero" for Tabbatha, introed it in Spanish and everything.
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