Karaoke. I have no idea why, but I’ve always wanted to do it. Like, have-put-it-on-my-own-personal-bucket-list wanted to do it. I know, I know, I’ve heard a million people say it’s not nearly as fun as it looks and the people who do it end up looking so silly. Call me a loon, but I’ve still wanted very much to do it.
Last night, an opportunity presented itself. Never mind that we were invited last-minute to an 80’s themed Halloween party. Forget about the fact that I was wearing cuffed jeans and was rocking a side ponytail. What’s important here is that there was karaoke. And booze. And anonymity. Done and done, is all I’m saying.
I signed Wes and I up and the DJ decided to have me sing first. I’d selected “Love is a Battlefield” by Pat Benatar in order to pay homage to the 80’s and angry women everywhere. In retrospect, I’m so glad that the only people who knew me were Wes and our two close friends who already think I’m a nerd.
I BOMBED! It was so bad that a random person from the audience ran up to help me out and sing with me. After what seemed an eternity I finished the song and made way for Wes, who did an amazingly awesome rendition of “Wanted Dead or Alive” by Bon Jovi. He even got the rest of the audience participating in singing the chorus, so good was he.
Even though I really, just really did a horrible job, I’m so happy I did it. There are few things so thrilling as taking a chance on doing something you’ve always wanted to do but were maybe too scared to do. Even though I bet Pat Benatar would be really sad to hear how I mangled her song, she would probably support my right to get up on a stage and make a fool out of myself.
You know what I realized, though? Pat Benatar is right. Love is a battlefield. And so is karaoke.