If our wedding had been two weeks later, I might have been singing the new breakout
"Pants on the Ground." Instead, I sang an old standby. A song I've sung in the shower after a break-up. A song that draws women all over the world to the dance floor (I know, it happened in a German disco at least once). A song that certainly is in the Top Ten most kareoked songs of all time.
Our band (more on them later!) noticed I have a little bit of a flair for the dramatic (also, more on that later!) and as momentum built over the course of the night, they pulled me onstage to bring the energy levels to a crescendo. The crowd pulsed with anticipation. The opening bars pounded through the speakers. Oh, I
WILL survive!
I took my role seriously. I
brought it (just doesn't have the same emphasis in the past tense), then I gave a little more! I grabbed hold of the mic like the rock star I know I am. I channeled every bit of soul in my body. I lived my American Dream fantasies.
Me and my "back-up" singer
The band went nuts during the instrumental interlude, allowing me to interact uninhibitedly with my fans
and for them, in turn, to appreciate my talents.
In the end, I was exposed as a lip syncing fraud when my "back-up" singer ended her note a few bars ahead of my emphatic attempts at simulated vibrato.
No skin off my back though, I was a star. Move over, Ryan Seacrest. Eat your heart out Kelly Clarkson. I
am an American Idol! At least as long as the song lasted.
*All photos by
Sam Hughes Photography, collages by me
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