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“This is the last time you are ever planning anything,” someone else from the other end of the table says.
“Seriously, no one should ever have put you in charge. Why did we agree to this?” Tarryn, sitting across from me asks.
“Because we’re all lazy,” Stephen, sitting beside her replies.
“True, but karaoke? That’s the worst kind of thing that you could wish on someone,” Tarryn says in return.
“I’ve decided that I no longer think we should be in a relationship together,” Summer says, crossing her arms in a pout.
“Oh babe, you and I are doing a duet.”
The lightsinside the bar are dim and there is an older couple up on the stage singing Sunny and Cher’s I got you, babe. They’re cute, out of tune, but definitely cute.
I pull Summer closer to me and lean into her to whisper, “see it doesn’t look so bad.”
She side-eyes me and then says something that I cannot hear to Sloane. Likely plotting my death.
We find a few tables and push them together for our group, order some drinks and settle in. At the table, I comb through the song book and then go up to the stage first to add my name and song to the roster. I’ll kick off the evening and soon our friends will see how much fun it is and will hopefully follow suit. Singing karaoke has never been something that I’ve been excited to do, but it’s a new venture and I’m always down to do something new.
When my name is called, I stand to the cheers of my friends and grab the microphone and say, “this song goes out to my friends!”
The start of the ‘Pour some sugar on me,’ by Def Leopard begins and I give my all. In the second chorus, I’m singing and I’ve missed my step when I’m shaking it up and as I turn, I lose my footing and a loud oomph echoes from the microphone as I trip over a speaker at the end of the stage and land on my stomach as the microphone hits me in the eye. The music abruptly stops and Summer runs up to the stage. With her hand placed on my back, she asks if I’m okay.
“My ego is just slightly bruised, but I think that I’m okay. My eye hurts though,” I say rolling over onto my back. The emcee steps around me and picks up the microphone.
“Looks like it got too sticky up on stage with all that sugar. Give a hand to Shaw! Up next, we have Saundra!” He offers a hand for me to get up and pulls me to my full height.
“You good man?” he asks escorting me off the stage.
“Yeah, just lost my footing, thanks.”
“Come back up when you’re ready, that song is always a hit.”
I walk back to the group who is cheering and holding up their hands for high-fives. I take my seat beside Summer and she lifts her hand to hold my face, she turns it and takes in my eye.
“I think you’re going to have a shiner,” she says with a smile.
“Well, that’s shitty,” I say.
“It’s a good story, you got it from karaoke, I mean, who does that?”
“No one. I doubt anyone in history ever has.”
“Well, that’s a huge accomplishment.”
“You have a strange way of looking at things.”
I smile at her, because she’s sweet in the way she turned around the situation.
When a few of our friends went up to sign up for their turn on stage, I feel like the black eye from my performance is indeed a good story to tell, and the start to a night full of music, drinking and friends.
