It’s no secret that I occasionally like to sing. It’s fun to do. It’s also no secret that all kinds of strange things happen to me. I don’t know why, but they just do. I have learnt to roll with it, mind you, and it does tend to make life more interesting at times.
So…singing and strange happenings. Two things seemingly unrelated, but as fate would have it with me, they actually are.
I haven’t always been one to sing, at least not in public. But whenever I would be alone, when the coast was clear, I would release the beast. It was something I hid from my friends and family. It was something I liked to do, dreamt of doing before large crowds, and always hoped to be able to do well. That last part remains to be seen, but I like it all the same.
The funny thing…
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