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sroniI went and did some karaoke last night with my dad, my brother, and my uncle. My first song, I did okay. Not bad, but not great. (It didn’t help that there were only about ten people in the bar, three of which I’m RELATED to, and myself. I don’t do so well in front of people I know.)
My second song was for my mom. (“Wind Beneath My Wings”) My dad hates the song. But he told me, “I’ve always been against you being a performer. In your mind, you’ve always been better at music and acting than anything else, and I just didn’t see it. But that was a quality performance, and it put you right up there as a competent performer.” Now, you have to keep in mind that my dad is a brutal critic. I love him, I even love what he has to say about things, because it means that when he says I’ve done good, I know that I have done really good.
My third song? I just decided to flat out perform. (“She’s in Love With the Boy”) I did awesome. At that point, we had more people, and I had fun with them, and they had fun with me. My last song (“I Will Survive”)? Was beyond awesome. People paid me. No joke. Handed me dollar bills while I was performing. I asked my dad as we were leaving (drunk Daddy is a lot of fun) how I’d done with my songs. He told me that “Wind Beneath My Wings” is a song that he doesn’t even like, but I was resplendent. Resplendent. Cool.
I’ve been informed that next time I’m here, I have to go karaoke again with them.
I can’t wait.
My second song was for my mom. (“Wind Beneath My Wings”) My dad hates the song. But he told me, “I’ve always been against you being a performer. In your mind, you’ve always been better at music and acting than anything else, and I just didn’t see it. But that was a quality performance, and it put you right up there as a competent performer.” Now, you have to keep in mind that my dad is a brutal critic. I love him, I even love what he has to say about things, because it means that when he says I’ve done good, I know that I have done really good.
My third song? I just decided to flat out perform. (“She’s in Love With the Boy”) I did awesome. At that point, we had more people, and I had fun with them, and they had fun with me. My last song (“I Will Survive”)? Was beyond awesome. People paid me. No joke. Handed me dollar bills while I was performing. I asked my dad as we were leaving (drunk Daddy is a lot of fun) how I’d done with my songs. He told me that “Wind Beneath My Wings” is a song that he doesn’t even like, but I was resplendent. Resplendent. Cool.
I’ve been informed that next time I’m here, I have to go karaoke again with them.
I can’t wait.
