Filled with smoke, men melding themselves into muted sofa cushions, the lights turned up only enough to show their eyes, staring at the group of foreigners who had trudged their way into the venue late that night. Seated next to a TV blaring four songs on repeat, the visitors, through a serious of loudly repeated words and hand gestures ordered their food and settled down to wait.
Tick.
Tick.
Tick.
The only way to combat such an atmosphere? KARAOKE!
Celine Dion.....here I come.
Result...yes, I, Sarah Davis, received a loud round of applause and convinced most in the room that indeed, my heart would go on.
It's been a bizarre week....
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