Knock, Knock

Opening the door, the first reporter with the mike came up to me. 

I sighed. Might as well give them what they want.

It's karaoke night at the Heat, a local night club my friends hung out on the weekends. They asked me to come with them, but I would always reject their offer ever since the paparazzi started following me.

Like, give a girl a break! So I met him, is that so hard to believe? And so we went out for one night and held hands. The End.

Well, my encounter with Bruno Mars started out like this. My friends begged me to come with them on Saturday. They said, "Esme, you got to come out of your shell and enjoy the nightlife with us!" Well, I did what they asked me to do that day since they actually yanked me out of the house.

Needless to say, they had a big surprise for me waiting in the club. I forgot that the owner of Heat, invited a secret celebrity every Saturday to perform.

I didn't know how late we were as we missed the opening act. But I figured that it didn't matter, I'm here for some karaoke fun! Who needs to listen to some unknown singer or band.

Well, now I know I was terribly wrong with my assumptions.

As we got there, we all took turns singing songs after some gentlemen got off the stage. I didn't even bother to look at them, but I knew one looked awfully familiar.

When it was my turn, I found a song that I thought I knew by heart. And even though I sang in the choir as a backup, I know my voice was not the best. But you wouldn't believe my humiliation when I blurted out the wrong lyrics out loud when the real man himself looked me in the eye.
 
I was shocked that Bruno was right there in the audience listening to me singing a version of his song "Grenade".

And I mistakenly sang, " Yes, I would die for ya baby, it's such a shame" when it's actually "Yes, I would die for ya baby, But you won't do the same'.

I stopped singing as I eyed him and motioned to the disc jockey to turn off the music. I ran off the stage and caused a scene, as Bruno ran after me. I nearly fainted that day as he patted my back, and told me to calm down.

Once the show was done, I had a cup of coffee with him. He told me how I messed up one of his songs. I was so ashamed, but he told me to not worry about it.

So that's my story folks, so can you please just leave poor Esme alone!. Thank you!

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Prompt: You're singing karaoke in a bar along to your favorite band's song, and you, unknowingly sing the lyrics fabulously wrong. No big deal right?

Well ... After your performance, you're approached by none other than one of the members of your favorite band who corrects you.

What do you do now?