Well, sorry to disappoint but I didn’t win at the karaoke contest. There were actually a lot of performers, 33 in fact. Many of them were pretty good, and some even brought guitars. I definitely severely underestimated the competition. Actually, I was almost not going to perform. Since my song had to be specially mixed, I was supposed to have brought it in at least a day before for them to make sure it worked on their karaoke machine. But, in a funny combination of being busy and lacking in foresight, I simply brought a thumb drive containing the mp3 that my friend helped mix for me. When I presented them with the flash drive, the organizer of the event looked like she was going to smack me across the face with it. She gave me a verbal lashing and said “you missed yesterday’s rehearsal so there’s nothing we can do.” There was already a version of my song in the karaoke machine, but it wasn’t my version. That was kind of the whole point. I could have went with the original version but it would’ve been lackluster.
I couldn’t believe it. To think, the only reason I missed out on rehearsal the other day was because I had to pick up my mom coming from the airport early in the morning. Now I was on the verge of not even being able to sing what I wanted.
Fortunately, even though the ladies told me the thumb drive was useless, I rightly doubted their technological know-how and tried my luck with the AV people the room where the karaoke machine was kept. Magically, the monstrous machine had a lone USB port. We were in business.
So what was the damn song, you say?
Good question. To be continued in part 2.



