Vocal Objections

I don't really get stage fright. I'll get nervous, sure, but a genuine fear of the ring? Not me bob. I love the spotlight, I live for the limelight, hey, I'll dance the fandango under a torchlight if that's the best you can do. The stage is my home, which is why it's so odd I'm scared to death of Karaoke. And when I say death I mean if there was a funeral, I'd rather be in the box than singing the hymns. It may be because I carry a tune about as well as a handful of wasps, but whatever it is, when that blue auto-cue of fear fires up, the terror of performance paralyses me from my toes to my nose. For me, death on a stage in front of a thousand strangers is small fry compared to possibility of embarrassment in front of eight friends. So tonight I'm shaking in my boots at the thought of having to duet 'Angels', when all I want to do is sit there and find out where all the hip-hop samples come from. But my friends, knowing what's good for me, push me to do it. And you know what? It's a release. It's actually a big release. And not just for me, but for all of us. Those with babies relish the chance to scream the place down on their terms for once, those who work in accounts hog the limelight as if they'd found salvation, I bodypop to Vanilla Ice for all those who ever wanted to break-it-down, and one by one we each get over ourselves.

- for sophia -