September 10, 2009 12:01 am
We were going to be famous, I just knew it. I was only eight and my brother ten when the chance of a lifetime fell into our laps. Our friend Demetri’s dad owned a local night club and had agreed to let us perform on stage. All we needed to do was learn and rehearse a song. The night club had real live radio commercials so to my eight year old self, they were the shit. I was sure a talent agent would see us perform and scoop us right up.
We settled on the popular Dionne Warwick cover “That’s What Friends Are For”. Every day after school, the three of us met in Demetri’s living room and belted out the cheesy tune. We donned those big puffy headphones while we sang our hearts out. I remember doing the Stevie Wonder head sway during my solo and pouring everything I had into it. The truth is, we were all horrible but we thought we were the coolest kids in town.
My brother and I kept our big performance secret from everyone, even our parents. We were going to wow them on the night of our show and blow them away. A week before the big event, we found out that Demetri was a lying bastard who had made the entire thing up. His dad had never agreed to the show and didn’t even know we existed. Demetri pulled stunts like that all the time and I should have known better then to trust that evil fucker but still, I was heartbroken.
I never did get the chance to perform that song we’d worked so hard on. In fact, I never performed anywhere again. I’ve never even done karaoke. Although my singing voice is horrible, I still belt out the tunes for my kids whenever I get the chance. Hell, maybe I’ll invest in some singing lessons and then perform my childhood song on American Idol. You guys would vote for me, right?
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