You whine and complain, but they don't let you loose. You're still thrust on stage.

"But I can't sing!" You tell them.

They just laugh.

"Everyone can sing!" Urs smiles at you.

Tracy grimaces, but then smiles at you, "I'm sure you'll do fine."

You're standing on stage, alone, in the spot light. You open your mouth to sing, but nothing comes out. Then, a light bulb appears over your head and you get an idea. Facing the crowd you yell, "Are you ready to ROCK?!" In your most obnoxious English accent.

When the crowd goes wild, you stage dive and angle yourself towards the side door. And before anyone realizes it…you're outside and running down the alley as fast as your little legs will carry you.

"Free! Free! Ha, ha, ha!" You giggle madly to yourself. Your turn to glance over your shoulder to make sure no one's following you, and that's when you smash right into…

"'Ello luv," A bald headed man catches you before you go tumbling head first into the recycling. "Watch et thare."

"Oh, sorry," You regain your balance and stand up, "I wasn't watching where I was going."
 

"Aye saws tha'." He smiles at you. You look up into his eyes and are instantly smitten. "We're you going," You point over your shoulder at the D.L. Lounge. "In there?" "Aye wuz," He nods, "Aye'm gunna meets me amigos en there."

"I just came from there," You tell him, "Did you know they do kareoke there?"

His top lip shoots up in a sneer, "Karry-'okie? Ugh, nah fer tha likes o' ol Screed, no wonders the V-man wus so tight lipped 'bouts it."

"Can I," You look down at your shoes then back up at him, "Maybe buy you a cup of coffee instead?"

He glances at you, then smiles. "Sure thang purty one." He takes you arm and leads you towards the nearest Buckstars.

You fall madly in love and live happily ever after.