Re: Dr Keto versus Robert Palmer

I did... lol
Damn Bardot...
--- In JMC_Blue_Dwarf@y..., lucky@c... wrote:
> 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!
>
> ==========
> OOC - so much for 'Pop Stars' eh? (Not sure how many people will
> catch that reference).