Spank my bare bottom and call me a nudist! Man is it HOT outside! It must be around 90 in the shade and there is no shade.
But I digress…
Hello hello hello, all you fans of karaoke who live all over the world with a special hello to karaoke fans in Japan, land of the rising sun!
How’s everyone doing?
The Old Soldier is doing great. I got no aches or pains. I got food and beer in the refrigerator and I’m ready for karaoke tonight at Sonny’s Tavern in Little Italy. Sonny’s is about a 10-minute stroll from my apartment building. You know you can’t beat that with a stick! Actually, I just came back from Sonny’s. That’s how I know how hot it is outside. I got a six-pack of Pabst Blue Ribbon (16-ounce) to go and I assured Paul, one of the owners, I would be back later tonight for karaoke. Kelly was behind the bar. She’s a sweetheart and an excellent bartender.
I came back to the apartment. Cracked open a can of beer. Punched up the song on YouTube by The Animals that I’ll start my set with tonight. Put in my ear buds. Adjusted my mike and mike stand to practice on and I rocked out. No, I don’t actually sing. I mouth the words; but it gives me a chance to work on my stage presence, my breath control and it gives me a chance to review the lyrics, to make sure that I know the lyrics by memory and that my timing is right.
In other words, I will probably be the only singer tonight who does not sing with his or her back to the audience. It’s the small things that can make a karaoke singer (performer) really stand out. And this goes for writers of erotica, too.
This is the Old Soldier reporting for the Pittsburgh Flash Fiction Gazette. Take a moment to bookmark my little girlie ezine or to sign up for the RSS-Post feed or to sign up to get The Gazette by email.
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