“Okay, lets go to the second chorus leading to the bridge, everybody.” I snapped my fingers four times on the beat to count off my band.
The music came back and I wailed this epic chorus that will make even the most jaded music lovers sing along including those hipsters that deny listening to anything mainstream.
It then got to the bridge and I sang my heart out.
As I sang, my voice sounded like an underwater robot for a second.
The safety net was on.
I sounded good even though I didn’t hit that one note.
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