Hmm...

Where shall I start off?

I'll start from last week. Last week, a pair of people came up to my table in the school library and asked timdily, "Do any of you guys want to sign up for the Idol in our school?"

As most of my friends are dismal losers, they all shook their head "no".

If my friends are dismal losers, I was a dismal idiot. "Yeah, sure," I said to them valiantly as a knight. "Where do I sign in?"

I don't know what I had for breakfast that day, but I sure as hell super brave. I confidently signed the sign-up sheet as my friends (one of them being virtuousknight) watched in horror. Luciphier? Sing? The two didn't mix. Really.

But being alone, I tried to immitate out various singers' voices, and actors as well (movie quotes). And when I once in a life time do it in front of my friends, they say "Whoa, that was freaky." Meaning it was quite similar. I think.

So, back to the point. Now that I was dumb enough to sign up, I needed a song. Since Elton is my favourite singer and he's super sexy, I had to sing his song "Can You Feel the Love Tonight."

Yay, song picked.

Now, I may be stupid, but not THAT stupid. I wanted accompaniment. I needed someone who can play the piano without looking, without the notes, without a problem.

George.

I asked a friend to ask for me, and luckily (and thankfully), he complied. I had the school's best piano player backing me up. Things were looking pretty good since then. I also invited the messenger friend to sing with me, as a means of thanks (Issey).

Issey is not the best singer in the world. I'll leave it at that.

After many hours (two to be exact) of vigilant and blood-boiling practice and guitar smashing (My friend Matt didn't particularily like Issey's singing), we were ready. We were ready to take on all of our students, to beat them and reach the top! Actually, to be honest, I just thought we'd be lucky we we even got into the actuall Idol. There are so many good singers in our school. So, shit.

Anyway, we walked into the music room (with dramatic footsteps of course) The crowd was silent... holding their laughter. They all thought that Asians are not good singers. I sat down on the floor with my friends, and waited.

The Idol organizer came to the room, and gave us the order of performence. We were second up. The first band was Richard's.

They played; fantastic. I normally despise heavy and loud music, but they sounded good. Really good. My stomach just stopped working when their turn ended.

We walked up to the stage, and I grabbed the mike. George found his place behind the keyboard, and Issey just stood with me, like a brave friend who was pulled into this by a really dumb super-hero.

"What's your band called?" asked the organizer.

"The Elton John Wannabees," I said, not really thinking about the 9823475098475293 lawsuits we were about to get.

"Well, you might wanna change that, since that's copywrighted."

How lucky Elton was... his name was a copywright.

So, being the super amrt, on the pot kind of guy I am, I blurted out, "James and his IB DIPs."

Both of my friends were going for the IB diploma, so... I guess it made sense.

The organizer laughed. He liked it. And then he told us to play. Shit.

George began playing. Beautiful. The soft melody came to my ears as a breeze and I was almost immediately relaxed.

The problem was, I am a bit taller than Issey. I held my mike up really high, like most singers do, but it was too high for Issey. People later told me that he was straining to reach the mike. Poor Issey. Sorry man, I never thought about that.

My song ended, and the organizer and others clapped. Some even whooted.

"I didn't know you were such a singer!" the organizer said to me. I was flattered. I hung the mike back up and thanked my group for their contribution.

As I left, I stopped by a bunch of girls who were spectating. My last words I said to them: "Does this mean that I'll be popular with the girls now?"

The room exploded.

That was my TEENY TINY bit of fame ever.

All I'm wishing right now is to actually go on the concert. It's the least I can do for my hard working companions.