As you read this blog, I must warn that you will find, honest thoughts, ambitions, and hopes from my mind.
Last night, my entire year attended a Sixth Form Valentine’s Day Karaoke Disco. Oh dear is all I can say.
Karaoke is an evil invention created by the devil which allows idiotic people with absolutely no talent pretend they are stars entertaining a crowd. Last night’s karaoke was just as hilarious as usual. People singing their hearts out – some with talent, and some painfully tonedeaf. Everybody who sang got really into it, and I laughed so hard.
Of course, in the fun of it all, I was shocked when my name was announced and people pushed me to the front of the crowd.
In Year 8, my ginger friend found a recording of me singing ‘Its Raining Men’ when I was younger on karaoke on holiday. She showed my entire dorm, who found it hilarious. So I was more than a little wary attending a karaoke disco last night, and so I should have been.
I screamed and tried to run away, shouting out that I wouldn’t do it, but nobody would let me through, and then there I was, stood in front of a screen with the lyrics to ‘Its Raining Men’ on, microphone in hand.
I was embarrassed and mortified, but I knew I had to it. So I did. I screamed my way through that song. I sang awfully, but no one can deny my enthusiasm. I was glad for it to be over, but the video recording my friend did means it will never be forgotten. Brilliant.
Cider in hand, I sang and danced the rest of the night away. I resembled somebody having an epilectic fit, but I didn’t have a care in the world – it was so much fun. I hugged so many people – I was definitely feeling the love last night.
I’ll tell you that what I feel now is definitely not the high-on-life feeling I had last night. My throat is ruined. It feels like I’ve been eating knives in the night. But oh well, I can rest before my trip to London today!
Well, my dear readers, do you have a go on kararoke, or just cringe in the corner? Comment below! Much love to you all.