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May 28, 2005
The Show Must Go On
The first rule of show biz, of course, is that the show must go on. Technical difficulties, chaos, what have you - if you're a performer, you simply must deliver the goods every time or you lose all your credibility.
So with that in mind, picture your intrepid correspondent, nervous as all hell, with a voice creaky from a couple of beers and the remnants of a head cold, facing the crowd during karaoke night at the Courtside Bar. The music starts, the crowd leans forward...and the lyrics don't show up on the monitor. Nothin'. Blue screen of death-on-stage. A quick glance at the DJ, who shrugged helplessly.
But I'm proud to say (obviously; I don't post about my failures) the flop sweat never hit my forehead. I reached back into the 63% of my brain devoted to memorizing song lyrics, found the file located "Classic Rock -- Doors, The -- Hello, I Love You"...and brought the house down.
Yeah, that's right. I plucked that dusky jewel. I am the Lizard King. I can do anything.
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You must make your mom proud!
Posted by: Greenie girl | May 29, 2005 10:24 PM
