Welcome to the FYBF Fears, Tears and Belly Laughs series!
While I’m on holidays, I’ve asked some very special bloggers to share a story based on one of the prompts and wow wee, what a great line up!
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To write about Tears (of laughter), this week’s guest blogger is a dear friend of mine, Kristyn who blogs over at Mummy K.
Kristyn is mum to one, wife to one, and mummy to two dogs. She grew up in the Philippines and lived in Singapore for a while before heading to Perth, then Melbourne then now finally based in Sydney. Kristyn loves cocktails, wagon wheels, and making her own ice cream.
Take the mic, K…
Rating friendship levels through karaoke
When you’re older and wiser, you tend to keep the friends that really stick with you. The ones you can really be yourself with.
When I say ‘be yourself with’ I mean you can change clothes in front of them and feel totally comfortable commenting how big their boobs are. That level of ‘be yourself with’.
Being an anti-social creature, it isn’t easy for me to be comfortable around other people. For instance, I don’t do karaoke around casual acquaintances. I tend to let others have the microphone.
But put me among trusted friends and family and you will never be able to take the microphone from me. You’ll have to pry it from my dead hands. For me, karaoke is kind of like my test of comfort level.
When I went out with the girls for some karaoke one night, I wasn’t sure how I was going to be at first. Although we’ve seen each other’s bits during our cruise ship conference, I’ve never really gone singing with them after we became close.
But then, at the start of the evening, one of them made the mistake of handing me the mic (I think it was B).
I tested it out tentatively with one song. As it turns out, when I’m around people I am very close with, the hidden Mariah Carey in me comes out and she won’t stop singing even when she’s singing all over the place (okay so maybe not Mariah Carey). At one point, B and G were on the floor laughing.
I think it was B who actually fell on the floor laughing at me singing. Not because of my singing per se but because I attempted to do an Eminem song (the one with Dido) and was doing it atrociously. They said it was like I was doing a prayer chant.
I cannot rap to save my life.
But even so I kept going. I finished that damn song. There is no video evidence of it all because B and G were laughing so hard they forgot to take out their phones.
After we left the karaoke place, B told me she had never seen that side of me before. I thought about it and realised there’s been very few moments in my life when I let it all go during karaoke. I told her that side of me only comes out when I’m with people I am absolutely comfortable with. The only other person in my life who has heard me sing like there’s no one watching is my husband.
So for me, Karaoke is my litmus test of friendships. And the KGB passed with flying colours. Even today, I can’t stop giggling when I hear that Eminem song.
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