“Try it again Nelson, but this time try singing in tune and with more feeling.”
“I’m trying Nap, I just can’t get into it until I’ve had a drink.”
“You know it isn’t Miller time until four o’clock Nel, so just try your best.”
“This corset isn’t helping either, I can’t get a proper breath.”
“Loosen it up Nel and try again. This time really mean it.”
“OK.”
“OK, rolling.”
(Singing, kinda) “What for – or, what for – or, what for – or –or –or aaaaaaaggggggghhhhhh. . . . . ”
“What’s wrong Nel, that was brilliant, why have you stopped?”
” . . . . . . . . . . ”
“Can’t hear you Nel, is the microphone alright? It isn’t is it?”
“Nap your microphone is not working.”
“Well done Nel, you’ve broken my brilliant, expensive studio mike with your screeching.”
“Sorry Napoleon. Beer?”
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You also break hard drives, wine glasses and young maidens’ hearts. Can’t you go to night-classes or something? Help you stop breaking stuff.
It’s just my magnetic personality