Last night, in an unknown karaoke bar on the edge of a small town in America, I committed the ultimate party foul. In the midst of a slightly flamboyant performance of Love To Hate You by Erasure, I stepped out of the designated singing area in an effort to bring the full performance closer to the audience. This short video captures that moment:
Unfortunately, upon my return to the stage, I unknowingly stepped on one of the floor lights. My attention was drawn to this unfortunate error as I gazed into the faces of the regulars seated near the stage. They were aghast and angry. Hoping I could redeem myself with an impassioned vocal delivery, I continued the song. At the tune's conclusion, my mic shut off sharply. An audience member, with long Robert Plant-like hair, rushed to the stage and investigated the light. The stand mechanism was broken. "You gotta look out for the lights, man. What were you thinking? There are lights up here, y'know!" Embarrassed, I apologized. As I exited the stage, I passed by the karaoke DJ and offered a further apology, "I'm so sorry. I didn't see the light." He shook his head. "Yeah! You broke it buddy. Sit down, sir! Take a seat!"
I won't burden you with the absurd details of what followed. Let's just say that this was not my crowd, this wasn't their kind of music and it was not my finest moment. I won't be welcome at this karaoke bar for a long, long while. 2017 ends in bitter shambles and it's all my fault. Love To Hate You. What a fitting end to this strange year.
Unfortunately, upon my return to the stage, I unknowingly stepped on one of the floor lights. My attention was drawn to this unfortunate error as I gazed into the faces of the regulars seated near the stage. They were aghast and angry. Hoping I could redeem myself with an impassioned vocal delivery, I continued the song. At the tune's conclusion, my mic shut off sharply. An audience member, with long Robert Plant-like hair, rushed to the stage and investigated the light. The stand mechanism was broken. "You gotta look out for the lights, man. What were you thinking? There are lights up here, y'know!" Embarrassed, I apologized. As I exited the stage, I passed by the karaoke DJ and offered a further apology, "I'm so sorry. I didn't see the light." He shook his head. "Yeah! You broke it buddy. Sit down, sir! Take a seat!"
I won't burden you with the absurd details of what followed. Let's just say that this was not my crowd, this wasn't their kind of music and it was not my finest moment. I won't be welcome at this karaoke bar for a long, long while. 2017 ends in bitter shambles and it's all my fault. Love To Hate You. What a fitting end to this strange year.
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