“C’mon, it’ll be fun,” they said.
“Just get up there and have some fun.”
As I watched the Karaokers,
I wondered what harm could be done.
Of course, I sing in the shower,
and I sound okay to myself.
Maybe I could relax a bit,
have fun like everyone else.
I chose one of my favorite songs,
got up there and busted some notes.
From the audience reaction,
I thought the microphone was broke.
At first, there was a stunned silence,
and then a lot of throat clearing.
I shook in mute embarrassment,
then realized they were cheering.
It’s not about perfect vocals,
just the audacity to dare.
So I tried to do a Moonwalk,
fell off stage and over a chair.
That, my first and last performance,
and for me there will be no more.
The video is on YouTube.
What did they have to do that for?
M. Zane McClellan
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