//September 30 2010//
On a very obvious reason, people really like to go to karaoke box. On some occasion, some just put a speaker and a nice white screen, and we’re off to some rhymes. Untitled songs and countless screams. The playlist was patriotic. Included the best song ever made to earth, Backstreet Boys and Oasis. Aerosmith and My Chemical Romance. We’ve never mind some off tunes and improvised screams.
At first, I hate all that drama, never wanting to involve on some excessive depression. Then, with some nice people and a nice playlist, you’ve been pulled easily to love it. I joined the screams and grove to some crappy lyrics. But the truth is I’ve never been to karaoke box. And I’ve never touched the microphones.