What a night! I’m guessing when you read these letters, ten, fifteen years from now, you’ll remember this night.
This was the night you discovered your new favorite thing in the world.
Miko invited us to join her in the city. As soon as we got off the light rail, you said, “What’s that?” and you took off for the karaoke bar.
We could barely keep up.
You headed straight into one of the rooms, hit the ON button on the machine, and launched into your number.
Your song went like this:
Look around, little ones!
“It’s a big world,
“Look up, little ones!
Look up! Look up!
“It’s a big sky,
“A big sky,
“And you might feel
Kinda all alone
Like you wanna cry
Sort of lonely sigh..
People do die
And you’re all alone
And you’re only one.
“But don’t cry!
Because you’re not alone
‘Cuz I’m here
And we’re near
“And it’s a big world!
“A big world
Miko and I applauded.
“Oh, squeegee!” you said. “Thankyouverymuch!”
Miko sang next. She sang “Girls Just Wanna Have Fun,” but she turned the tempo to slow and really drawled it out.
I liked her rendition of it. It was mournful in a meaningful kind of way. Existential. I’m not so sure you enjoyed it.
“Fun is sort of boring, isn’t it?” you said to Kizuu.
You can Miko both insisted I sing next. I didn’t really want to. But no one else was there–just you, Miko, Kizuu, and me.
So I got behind the machine, made my selection, and crooned my tune.
“Sailors fighting in the dance hall
Oh man, look at those cavemen go
It’s the freakiest show
Take a look at the lawman
Beating up the wrong guy
Oh man, wonder if he’ll ever know
He’s in the best selling show
Is there life on Mars?”
“Now that’s music,” you said. “Right, Kizuu?”
And Kizuu answered, “Meeoright!”
I like singing for you, moon-munchkin.
Author’s note: Hat-tip to David Bowie for Sebastion’s musical selection, “Life on Mars.”