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When you're jamming out to your favourite song on Spotify and you're just belting out the lyrics like you actually believe you can sing, and then Spotify just crashes at the peak of the note, and you're just left to realize how terrible you actually sound.
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PLZ DONāT TAKE THIS SERIOUSLY. So I was trying to sing it but since Iām in my learning phase, I didnāt know what pitch I should sing at and how much breath to exhale so I was pretty much gasping for air while singing at an awful high pitch. But I laughed when I listen to it (just utter failure at the end) so I have no shame to post on here (no one looks at my post anyway, but if you do....shit)
I Wanna Write You a Song
I wrote a song. Ok, maybe I wrote a song. I'll never know since I am 100% terrible at singing. But it's so serious and so full of pain. Like, I didn't even know I had that inside me. I don't know where it came from, it just demanded to get out and have me write it down. I've been thinking about my maybe-song all day. To the point where I've started daydreaming, and all I can think is, "I wanna write you a song, wait, maybe I just did." (Obvs to the tune of 1Ds I Wanna Write You A Song.)
Time to go lock myself in a room with a keyboard
and learn how to match pitches. This is going to be tricky. Why canāt there be a rationalist band instead?
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I always kill at karaoke. Ā I have the kind of voice that is great if Iām singing along to something, but not good for much else. Ā So when I saw an ad forĀ ālive bandā karaoke, I figured I had found my calling. Ā
Live band karaoke is pretty much exactly what it sounds like. Ā Itās karaoke, but instead of performing onstage with a backing track, you perform on stage in front of a live band. Ā Which sounds awesome... right?
The song options werenāt as extensive at most karaoke bars because it had to be a song the band knew how to play. Ā I chose the song Jack & Diane by John Mellencamp.
When it came my turn to sing I noticed something. Ā There was no teleprompter. Ā They handed me the lyrics on a sheet of paper. Ā That seemed okay, until the band started. Ā Then suddenly I realized I didnāt really know Jack & Diane THAT well. Ā I had no idea when the vocals Ā were supposed to come in.
The band started playing, and then just kept playing, and kept playing... Ā The guitarist gave me a look that seemed to sayĀ āummm.... you know youāre supposed to do the singing part, right?ā
Finally I just started singing.
Little ditty about Jack and Diane.
The guitarist furiously shook his head. Ā I skipped ahead.
Suckin' on chili dogs outside the tastee freeze.
He shook his head again. Ā Which led to this conversation, on a stage, into a microphone, in front of a bar full of people.
āNo? Ā Okay, ummm, how about...Ā Let's run off behind a shady trees? Ā Still no? Ā Let me do what I please? Ā Wait, wait, I think I got it. Ā This is the chorus right? Ā Oh yeah, life goes on. Ā Long after the thrill of livin' is gone. Ā Nope, nope. Ā I missed it again. Ā Can we start over?ā
It was the longest four minutes and sixteen seconds of my life.
Finally the song ended. Ā I had probably gotten a total of six words right. Ā I quickly bowed and jumped off stage. Ā The guitarist wiped sweat off his face.
āThat was Jessie everybody. Ā Jessie.ā
There was some uncomfortable, scattered applause. Ā I left the bar in shame. Ā I guess Iām still looking for my calling.
Hereās my confidence level before the song started. Ā Iām lip synching along to Umbrella as the band tunes up:
Hereās me trying to figure out when Iām supposed to start singing:
Hereās me staring at the lyrics with panic, while getting the words wrong once again. Ā The guitar player looks concerned:
Notice the clenched fist of anxiety:
And, finally, notice me give up on the lyrics sheet, and any possibility of retaining my dignity, and just sort of humming along:
That moment when you look up the lyrics to the opening song of the Lion King and you still have no idea how to pronounce AAAAAAhhh ZEBBWemmmmAAAA Babah BEE doo BAH BAH
@idreamofbishie
I'M SORRY FOR MAH TERRIBLE VOICE but anyways tis for mah friend and I tried to sound the most girlish as I can I think it worked too didit?
The lyrics are hereĀ and and I failed at making it the full cause my recording sucks so its onlygonna be like half
