Sunday, September 11, 2005
I Went Platinum--I'm Famous
This weekend I made crowds scream, dance and many even said they saw my aura glowing because I was rocking so hard. I know, I can't believe it either. Unfortunately, I need to come back to reality and realize that I am not a rock star. Even though I rocked crowds so hard they sycronized danced, it wasn't real life...per se. I was playing Karaoke Revolution. This game is a way of life. I believe the world could all get along if everyone got their daily dose of Karaoke Revolution. There are variations of this game all around the world. Suck at singing? Put the setting on easy. Rock real hard? Advanced. Anyone can do it. The game makes you yearn for true talent and breeds major competition among your friends. No matter how the game turns out, you always feel good about yourself. Except for those who fall on their knees during a performance due to a failed song...we won't focus on that. Besides, it's just like in life, you gotta brush your knees off and try again. Trust me...you can't stop. You can even wear a head-set like Britney Spears or use a standard microphone. Whatever feeds your rock star style. Both make you feel equally important, but I tend to like the head-set because it doesn't inhibit my dancing abilities. I think every morning I should sing "Red Red Wine" or "ABC" to jump start the day. Gives me the natural high I need to get through the day. Word for the wise: Don't play with John. He kicks ass.
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Don't even get me started on how hard I rocked "Killin' Me Softly." There was so much glitter coming off my body and I think I was actually on fire for a little bit. Ahhh...the life of a Karaoke Supa-staahh! I wish I could have been there this weekend-sounds so fun!! :)
Here is a virtual veggie burger to "feed" Whit's creative spirit. - Courtney
I think I glowed too...I can't think of any other video game that I kick ass so well. I had SOOO much fun too!
Very nice. But try 29th B'day. 1976 to 2005.
Dad
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