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Our school started holding a week-long karaoke singing contest last year, also known as the popularity contest known as Churchill Idol, loosely based on the American Idol system. We have three lunch-hours filled with people attempting to sing to bad karaoke tracks, while the audience votes on paper ballots each session for a finalist to advance to the fourth day, the finals.
I got to go up and sing today; thankfully I was allowed a stool to sit on, because during the audition (they had them this year because of the number of entries, last year it was really spontaneous) I was standing while I was singing and my legs were trembling so badly I was seriously about to fall over backwards if I didn't hold on to something.
I'm not sure what happened today, though, because my fingers were all numb after -- I guess I was still pretty nervous but I suppose it decided to express itself in that deathgrip I had on the mic.
Anyway. I'm digressing again.
I was originally going to sing "Hope, vol 2" (see that song lyric post a while back) but then just last week I didn't feel like listening to that song anymore, so I decided to sing Metallica's "Nothing Else Matters" for two reasons: 1) I was in the mood for that song. 2) I figured it would do better on the 'people know it' and the 'appeal to the guys who like rock music' scales.
It was somewhat interesting to note that people were really really reacting to my piece, some of the boys got out their lighters and were waving them around (and the teachers were trying to stop them to no avail). They were so quiet at the beginning and were calling out my name during the interludes and stuff (even though I didn't get to sing the whole song)...
Some Matt, whom I'm not very familiar with, ran into me as I was going back to my seat and thrust a sheet of paper and a pen in my face, asking for my autograph (haha) -- I vaguely recall him doing the same to me last year. No one else got this treatment...and it's not like I'm very popular. I mean, take that, for example. I don't even really know Matt very well, or any of his friends.
And then in the middle of someone else's song a sort of chant was heard arising from the other side of the gymnasium...it was my name...must have been Matt's group of friends.
I seriously think I must have some kind of fan club I don't know about.
It's strange feeling popular. It's even more strange feeling that I have fans.
I got to go up and sing today; thankfully I was allowed a stool to sit on, because during the audition (they had them this year because of the number of entries, last year it was really spontaneous) I was standing while I was singing and my legs were trembling so badly I was seriously about to fall over backwards if I didn't hold on to something.
I'm not sure what happened today, though, because my fingers were all numb after -- I guess I was still pretty nervous but I suppose it decided to express itself in that deathgrip I had on the mic.
Anyway. I'm digressing again.
I was originally going to sing "Hope, vol 2" (see that song lyric post a while back) but then just last week I didn't feel like listening to that song anymore, so I decided to sing Metallica's "Nothing Else Matters" for two reasons: 1) I was in the mood for that song. 2) I figured it would do better on the 'people know it' and the 'appeal to the guys who like rock music' scales.
It was somewhat interesting to note that people were really really reacting to my piece, some of the boys got out their lighters and were waving them around (and the teachers were trying to stop them to no avail). They were so quiet at the beginning and were calling out my name during the interludes and stuff (even though I didn't get to sing the whole song)...
Some Matt, whom I'm not very familiar with, ran into me as I was going back to my seat and thrust a sheet of paper and a pen in my face, asking for my autograph (haha) -- I vaguely recall him doing the same to me last year. No one else got this treatment...and it's not like I'm very popular. I mean, take that, for example. I don't even really know Matt very well, or any of his friends.
And then in the middle of someone else's song a sort of chant was heard arising from the other side of the gymnasium...it was my name...must have been Matt's group of friends.
I seriously think I must have some kind of fan club I don't know about.
It's strange feeling popular. It's even more strange feeling that I have fans.
