I was asked to perform at the Moulin Rouge in Paris, but I said “No!” Nerves.
I was asked to perform at Caesars Palace in Las Vegas, but I said “No!” Nerves.
I was asked to perform at Sadler’s Wells in London, but I said “No!” Nerves.
I was asked to perform at the Opera House in Sydney, but I said “No!” Nerves.
Anyway, I’ll be singing in the shower down at the Shelter for the Homeless on the 15th, if anyone’s interested.
Opportunity only knocks thrice for a poor angst-ridden grunge soul.
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Oh – but this was my 1265th story and the only one that is autobiographical.
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Damn it Bruce. I’ll sneak you into the Carnegie, but it’ll take a while. I’ve only posted 151 times.
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My problem is – I can’t shut up… still looking for that cottage in the hills…
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Same here my friend. I want transcendence too.
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Could we get you to sing at the Met? Oh well, the shower is nice – warm water and no catcalls from the audience!
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I suppose if pushed I could take part in a production of “Hair” – provided the shower was on stage.
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Much of it has already happened.
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Not till I am old enough!
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Being old enough will happen a lot faster than one can ever imagine!
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‘Raindrops are falling on my head’, I presume
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And “How great thou art”…!
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“Singing in the Rain.”
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I thought you might have suggested “I’m gonna wash that man right outa my hair”!
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Wish I’d thought of it! 🙂
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😀
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