Dr Keto versus Robert Palmer

Dr Keto stood proudly up from his seat as his name was called, and
made his way onto the stage.
He had fought epidemics that could have devastated entire planets
(or at least given three people a severe cold), he thought. There
was no way he was going to be scared of singing in front of an
audience!
This attitude lasted right up until Keto took hold of the mike and
the music started.
Keto had only listened to the actual song he was supposed to be
singing twice, and neither time had he fully caught the lyrics. Oh
well, it was worth a try...
"The hot summer night...uh, dah-dah-dah net. I'm
gonna...daaaahdah, dah-dah-dah-det..."
As Keto mumbled his way through the lyrics, peoples began to boo,
hiss and throw things. He glowed red with embarrassment under the
spotlight.
Suddenly, he snapped. He was a doctor! He'd been to medical
school (well, medical playgroup)! What had this "Robert Palmer"
person ever done?
He could make up his own lyrics! They were bound to be far, far
superior!
"Doctor doctor, give me some ointment! No time to make an
appointment!" he sang, starting to warm to the song. The audience's
boos started to die away as they sat, gaping, at the partially insane
doctor singing karaoke to music that didn't in any way match the
words.
As the music ended, Dr Keto pretended to play one last power chord,
bowed, and walked grinning off the stage.
See? He was so good he'd stunned the audience into silence. This
music business wasn't so difficult after all!
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OOC - so much for 'Pop Stars' eh? (Not sure how many people will
catch that reference).