7 and I stepped into the dimly lit private karaoke room. The room was small but cosy, with plush couches that created a relaxed, intimate atmosphere.
As we settled into our seats, a waitress came by to take our drink orders. We ordered some beers and snacks, and soon the room was filled with the smell of fried chicken and the sound of our laughter.
7 grabbed the microphone and started flipping through the song list. "Let's sing a song we both know together… oh, what about Ted Shearin’?”
“Ah… I really can't sing- I'm literally tone-deaf,” I said, shaking my head.
“Come on- I sound like a dying horse myself, so it’s good that you’re tone-deaf,” he retorted as he handed me a mic. “Surely, you know this song.”
I accepted the mic tentatively, feeling my nerves start to settle as the music started playing. He led with the verse, beckoning me to sing with him. When I finally joined in, he gave me a grin, and suddenly, I was too aware of the thumping of my heart. 7 was a natural performer, moving and swaying to the music with a contagious enthusiasm that made me forget about everything else.
As the song ended, I rolled my eyes at him. 58Please respect copyright.PENANACCpGiPdo7Z
“What do you mean you sound like a dying horse? You sang perfectly,” I clicked my tongue.58Please respect copyright.PENANARdlqvHWT3M
“Argh, you don't need to flatter me out of pity," he snorted.58Please respect copyright.PENANALXFjqlt4nZ
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As the night went on, we sang song after song, taking turns picking our favourites and discovering new tunes together. We laughed and joked between songs, sharing stories and secrets like old friends.
And as the night drew to a close, I felt a sense of happiness and contentment that I hadn't felt in a long time. In that small karaoke room, with 7 by my side, I was able to let go of my worries and fears, and just be myself. Work can come another day.58Please respect copyright.PENANAq9sUjyR3V9
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