You thumb through the book of songs, delaying the inevitable truth that you will have to decide on one eventually. Another poor soul is called up to sing as you continue your procrastination. They shake, they sing, people cheer, and the process continues. Finally you can't delay the wait any longer as you make your final decision on a song: Ain't no Sunshine.
Another rock star finishes their song and then there is silence. You know what is coming next. Your heartbeat increases, your foot desperately taps the ground, your fingers twitch, and you swallow as you are motioned to come to the front of the crowd. Stumbling, you make your way to your stage as an old Greek man, the operator of the karaoke machine, hands you the microphone. Before he lets go he speaks to you.
"Are you American?" he asks, a seemingly irrelevant question.
"Yes," you answer him.
"Then tell me, what was the first state in the Union?"
"Uh..." you mumble as you desperately search for the answer in the small section of your brain that contains facts on your country's history. The Greek man looks at you with the smug satisfaction that he has stumped an American at American history. You finally answer, a completely guess: "Virginia?"
"Delaware," he responds as he shakes his head. His facial expression changes from pride to disappointment as he lets go of the microphone.
You think to yourself, "What was that all about?" as you walk to the stage to sing. The song starts, you sing, and the crowd goes wild.
Lessons that I've learned from this incident:
1) Karaoke is actually a lot of fun once you start singing.
2) Greek people like to quiz Americans on American history.
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