One day, I was in a super market shopping. Their sound system was blaring a medley of cool classics and suddenly I started singing along. I was in full gear by the time the medley had gotten to Josh Groban’s, “you raise me up”. I was carried away singing and did so with my eyes closed. When the song was about to get to its crescendo, I observed (with one eye 😉 ) that a sophisticated looking lady was observing me with interest and walking in my direction.
Wow, this was my moment to blow! The lady looked like a music label CEO. As she got closer, the music approached its crescendo and I closed the observation eye and raised my voice even louder, this was my turn to shine musically… :/ I was nearly on my knees by the time the song ended. ‘Music label CEO’ was now in front of me. I had stopped singing, by this time, I was panting heavily like Luciano Pavarotti after he had just performed “La Donna E Mobile” in concert. I was quite impressed with myself.
The lady called me aside only for her to go ahead and say: Hi my friend, please I don’t want to offend you but never attempt singing in public again because for a moment you sounded like a series of gunshots and then you progressed to sound like a crying bush baby and then as the song peaked, you sounded your best – like a transistor radio with very weak batteries.
So my good friends, if you see me in public and any melodious song or even the Nigerian National anthem is being played and I refuse to sing along, don’t ask me why or say I didn’t tell you.