Sweet Child O' Mine
I’m still on my holidays.
Last night the hotel put a karaoke night on at a packed amphitheater. A lad came up to me asking, “Do you want to sing the karaoke?” In what can only be described as unimaginable horror on the face of my husband, because he clearly knew what was coming, I found myself saying, “Yes please. Can I be Axl Rose and do Sweet Child O’ Mine?”
45 minutes and two swift white wines later, I hear, “Aaand now it’s Debs with Sweet Child O’ Mine.” I got up. Walked to the stage. Bravado. Forgot about the long intro, didn’t I? What to do during that bit? I did a bit of air guitar and then me, or maybe it was the 2 white wines, decided that everyone needed to clap above their heads. Basically, I’m actual Axl Rose by this point.
Then, the best thing ever happened. Like that bit in Don’t Let The Sun Go Down On Me when George Michael goes, “Ladies and Gentlemen, Mr. Elton John!” And the crowd goes nuts. Like that. My actual sweet child, the one I’ve told you about before, the one with learning disability and huge anxiety walked onto the stage with her massive ear defenders on. She beckoned for a second microphone and the next thing I know I’m duetting Sweet Child O’ Mine with a sweet child of mine. Absolute joy!
Suddenly, the song which we know from months of learning with Rock Choir took a whole new meaning and the crowd went wild. I loved it, but most importantly my sweet child loved it and it’s a memory locked away for ever.
Hope you’re all having a smashing week too!
X Axl and Slash
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