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Karaoke Queen
Read: Staring into the screen, numb with no reason to talk anymore. Click, TV’s don’t click anymore they just ping into life and before we know it, one after another, the Karaoke Queens spring into action. At last here is an outlet, “I’ll do anything just make me a star”, a reason for your talent, my karaoke talent, my X Y factor, karaoke Briton’s got jungle talent. Parade in front of us like Peacocks, Saturday’s primetime pantomime dames tirelessly perform for no fee. Want a taste? “Bulimia and ice cream”.
Isn’t Karaoke Queen taking it all too seriously? Wasn’t it all about having fun? Sounding bad not ambitious! Not win at all cost! Not money making machinery grinding into action on a Saturday night! The ego bounces off the radar, “she can hear the crowd, normality follows her like gangrene.”
We all watch Saturday nights drift by, staying in and praying that it might be us one day, “hits the dance floor and pretends she’s Britney Spears.” We are simply staring at a screen, watching and not doing. “Another dream runs out of oxygen and drops off, society’s abnormal expectations claim another victim.”
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