I don't have that level of stage fright, but I hilariously think the acoustics in the bathroom do wonders for the voice, and working for the newspaper, I end up in the school and the bathroom at weird times, when both are pretty much abandoned by all except me and my journalist colleagues. It's not uncommon for me to be in the bathroom at midnight on a Monday, and end up singing while I'm washing and drying my hands, just because it's kind of fun.
Since there's no one else around, I tend to get loud too (possibly broadway style belting), to my heart's content.
Well, today, I was finishing off Little Mermaid's "Part of Your World" (with ZEAL) when I heard clapping outside of the bathroom door. Oh god. I froze. My secret was finally out. I pulled it open to see some guy who I don't know, who I've never seen, by his open locker-- right next to the bathroom. He grinned at me and said in a voice very reminiscent of Anton Yelchin's Pavel Chekhov, "That was beeyouteefull!" Which was adorable, and slightly made it less embarrassing.
I had to have known this moment was coming. This is what comes of belting it out in bathrooms, in public places. And yet I was not prepared for it in the slightest. I turned the colour of a bashful tomato, muttered a kind, "thank you!" and shuffled down the hall, humming the song, while wanting to burst out laughing.
There's no real punchline here. It's just that when you sing in bathrooms, eventually, it catches up with you. And then it's hilarious.
I had to have known this moment was coming. This is what comes of belting it out in bathrooms, in public places. And yet I was not prepared for it in the slightest. I turned the colour of a bashful tomato, muttered a kind, "thank you!" and shuffled down the hall, humming the song, while wanting to burst out laughing.
There's no real punchline here. It's just that when you sing in bathrooms, eventually, it catches up with you. And then it's hilarious.
