Part of me has always wanted to be a back-up singer. Standing up in front, ripping through the high notes, and actually hearing yourself, just isn't my thing. (Not that it could be my thing, the three-pronged American Idol panel would insist.) But if I could, and decided I should, I would wear all black, bounce my weight from leg to leg, and sing strong on that back beat.
This secret preference was made positively clear last Friday night when I sang karaoke - alone! - for the first time ever. Sure, I felt a little cool (even though most of the credit belongs to Mr. Fishbowl Margarita III). Mostly though, I just felt silly.
But these fellers - these two guys with their two parts balanced on their one-mind track - they were not silly at all.
Take one photograph,
trade thought for order and words,
call it Worth the Week.
trade thought for order and words,
call it Worth the Week.
1 comment:
Can't believe you sang karaoke! Very brave. Did you don the pink wig...?
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