Like any good curmudgeon I’d planted the seed early. I don’t do it. I won’t do it. I can’t do it. They started slow, but persistent in chipping
away at my armor. Then it was immediate,
an all of a sudden time-sensitive pressure.
Oh no. I’m doing it.
I had my first KTV experience last week. KTV is karaoke in Shanghai, and you can guess
where this is going. It’s hard to compare
the hotel-room style setting that’s popular here to karaoke bars back
home slammed with people screaming “don’t stop believing”. The place we went to, “Pure K”, looked like what
you’d expect a high end club in Vegas to be.
Our little room had flashing lights, gold beams, a disco ball, plumes of
cigarette smoke, TV’s, a booth that wrapped around the room, and a stage.
My coworkers were there for one thing only, Chinese
heart-break ballads from the 90’s. They
knew every word. Even duets were
coordinated with ease. They finally
tricked me in to singing/rapping “Empire State of Mind”. As the song started the mic was dropped in my
lap. They claimed no one could read the
English lyrics that fast. Lies. This was a pre-planned assault, and it was
actually a lot of fun. Everyone was really nice about it. In their mind it’s more
fun, and less embarrassing to sing in front of your friends than a bunch of
strangers. I’d tend to agree, but would
still much rather watch.
….a singer in a smoky
room, a smell of wine and cheap perfume…..
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