Day Forty (Karaoke)


Whenever my parents leave me alone in the house, my first thought is always “TIME FOR MY CONCERT TO BEGIN”. Even as a 22 year old, that is still my immediate thought. I can sing as much as I want until they come back. Not just sing. Belt. Scream. Choreograph a dance. To whatever weird song catches my fancy. Tonight I sang a bunch of showtunes and dealt with some old unresolved feelings from my Freshman Year of college. It was a nice night of thinking, emoting, and belting out songs. I am a mezzo soprano, not that it matters. A night of singing is never a wasted night in my book.

Aside from auditions and in-class shows (I had a great High School class where we would perform a student-run show for the semester. They were dumb children’s shows, but it was still a great experience), I have never had a solo in public. I never got a singing role in any major shows and I quit chorus after 8th Grade. I was never the star of the chorus, anyway. Perhaps you can also count the few times I helped lead services in elementary school or my Bat Mitzvah in 7th Grade, but that wasn’t really a performance. I was more focused on making sure I knew all the prayers than on how I sounded.

Two years ago, for the first and only time ever, I performed at karaoke. It was on a cruise with my parents to Bermuda and I figured that if I was going to do this, I might as well do this now in the middle of the ocean with a bunch of middle aged adults I would never see again. I chose the song “Because of You” by Kelly Clarkson, which I quickly learned was a little too high for my range. I usually do well with her songs, so I thought I’d give it a shot. At least I could hit the notes. Better than nothing. At the time I was embarrassed and terrified, but the crowd was really supportive. I think they saw how nervous I was and was just impressed at my bravery for going up there at all. The activities director on the ship, who was really attractive, remembered my dad and I for the rest of cruise after that night. So that was a bonus. Lesson of the story: Be vulnerable. Do it for the story and do it for the cute boys.

I would definitely want to do karaoke again if given the chance. It is completely terrifying in every way possible. You have to put yourself out there and take a risk. There’s a good chance you’ll come off looking like a total idiot, especially if you let your nerves get the best of you. But it’s karaoke. A lot of people will bomb way worse than you before the night is through. If not, you might just pull off a badass performance and impress a bunch of strangers (and possibly friends) for the night. Do it for the story. Do it for the cute boys (or girls). It adds some excitement to the night and afterwards it’s cool to be able to say that you did it. Sometimes life needs a little bit of a fun risk.


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