Tomorrow is the first day of school and my daughter’s elementary school is having it’s open house today. Our PTA will be providing pizza and pop for those who choose to buy it from us. Each year, that number of people gets higher and higher.

I will not be starting school this year myself, as I didn’t get my financial aid figured out in time, and will have to wait till next year to official start classes. I’m going to be taking voice and piano lessons this year however, no sense in waiting on that. And with everything else I have to do this year in the PTA and a few other area’s, I think this may have been a blessing in disguise. Lets hope.

Went with my friend A to sing last night. We went to my favorite spot which is this little place with pool tables called PastTimes. The Kj there has 19,000 songs so I know I’ll find stuff I want to sing. Most of the stuff in my range is not carried by alot of kj’s around town, and I don’t feel that getting all smokey is worth long waiting between songs, kj laziness and drama. I like Pasttimes as there are few people, the wait is relatively short..usually and what drama is small and ignorable.

Case in point. Last night, we go sing. Now I haven’t been there in nearly three months, so most of the regulars there don’t know me. But, the Kj knows me very well and has for many years. I look through his new songs and find Somebody by Reba McEntyre. Love this song, and it’s in my range, so I put it up to sing. When I sat down, this older lady gets up and hugs me telling me I did a great job. And then she and my friend start joking about how the “deva” was hostile while I was singing. *chuckles* Apparently I had sung one of her tunes.

Now, for those of you new to the world of karaoke, some singers take themselves waaaaay to seriously. And they feel that any song they sing can’t be sung by anyone else at that location because they “own” that song, or at least the right to sing it. I used to sort of be that way, in that I wouldn’t sing one of my songs if someone else sang it. Now, I could care less. We’re there to have fun and it’s no biggie. The only time I won’t sing one of my songs if another has, is if that person totally bombed. I won’t humiliate them that way.

Back to my story…*chuckles* So, I’m brought up to speed about this girl who thinks she’s all that, and is quite the miss priss about things in the bar. And when they heard that I was also looking for the song “Redneck Woman” to sing, they crowed with delight. They found the song for me quickly and told me that it was another of the Deva’s songs. As you can guess, miss priss wasn’t well liked by this lady or the group that was with her. And as I glanced over to the girl in question, she was casting these glaring looks at me occasionally. I started to chuckle and agreed to sing Redneck Woman for this group.

Yes, my horns started to show. I’ve been singing karaoke for nine years, I was a Kj for two of them. On occasion I have to bring the karaoke system we have at work to my dj events when it’s requested. I have no tolerance anymore for the “devas” of karaoke. I’m not intimidated and I don’t care. If I like the song, I’m going to sing it. IF a singer has real talent, then I give them the respect that their talent earns, but I won’t indulge overly pampered barhoppers who think they are it. And this girl sang other songs…most of which I wouldn’t want to sing and I wasn’t impressed with her performances to start with. When I later learned that she was the “deva” they were telling me about I was startled. She doesn’t have the talent to be that prissy. I’m an above average singer…I’m not great, but I’m no slouch. This girl wasn’t any better or worse then I, and to hear about how she complains when the session isn’t going her way, really pricked my own deviousness. Not my most stellar moments, but I just won’t indulge karaoke hype for no reason. If I hadn’t been looking for the song in the first place, I might not have done it, but when I was told that the deva owned that song, I just rolled by eyes and started to chuckle.

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