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Wednesday, March 03, 2010

Gotta sing (pt. 2)

... I sang one of her songs to her.

Granted, I didn't sing the entire 4:30 version of the single, but only the first eight lines before heading to the chorus.

She gives me a who-does-this-skinny-white-boy-think-he-is-singing-a-song-by-an-R&B-diva? kind of looks, but I don’t care. I did it. I sang a song – out loud – to an actual singing star.

I quickly apologize for my act of sheer ballsiness. She tells me not to worry, that I’m good. I take this compliment and smile inside. I tell her she can now enter the building and if she needs anything, she can ask for me (this is standard protocol since I’m the celebrity relations manager).

Later on, some of my colleagues come up to me and ask why we were talking for such a long time. I tell them what happened and their reactions were all the same. Most of them had their mouths agape in the I-can’t-believe-he-had-the-balls-to-do-something-like-that kind of way.

I didn’t care. When you gotta sing, you gotta sing.


Blogger rockson said...


March 03, 2010 12:32 am  
Anonymous Glenn said...

Why does this story not surprise me?

March 03, 2010 7:53 pm  
Blogger Dean Grey said...

You only live once, right?

Very cool moment! Something you'll always look back on and remember!


March 07, 2010 4:33 am  

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