I love karaoke

I must say there are a few things that I love that I probably shouldn't. A few good examples of these things would be the following:

-Saved by the Bell (Zack Morris, ladies, Zack Morris)
-Metallica and Nirvana
-early '90's dance music
-anything worn in the '80's

However, perhaps of all the things I love that I shouldn't, the greatest of these is karaoke. I happen to be a, shall we say, a connoiseur (sp?) of the hippest places to do karaoke. Now, doingkaraoke is an art. Everyone who understands the way in which karaoke can grip your life knows that there is a certain individuality one possesses when practicing this art, as with any art form. Each person develops a finesse or flair in the midst of the passion for karaoke. I have seen those who sway their hips out-of-control. There are those who choose songs they only know the choruses to just so that they can hum the verses and then belt out the chorus. Then there are those who perform their songs interpretatively, and the best of these occur when Boyz II Men ballads are selected. In any case, these are all done from the heart and with no alcoholic assistance whatsoever.

The man pictured above understands what it means to be a karaoke artist with the ardor I'm talking about.

My good friend, Ashley and I have come to a point in our karaoke careers where we realize that the only place to go now is to pursue this dream with the devotion of our lives. We deserve the honoured title: Lifer. Everywhere we go, people will know us by the one song that we sing every Sunday night at the Snooty Fox. They will eagerly wait for the following week when they can return to the karaoke haven and hear us, the accomplished lifers, sing our single song repertoire once again.