singing

We are sitting on the couch, Tayler, Micke and I. We are going through Micke's music collection, and Micke is singing.

"I wish I could sing," Micke said.

"You can't sing?" I said.

"Have you been listening to him?" Tayler said.

"I can't sing. Outside my head I sound terrible, inside my head I sound like a GOD!"

BTW, I am auditioning for a choir Friday.

I really love to sing. I kind of hogged the karaoke machine tonight at our karaoke party. I really could sing all night long. I don't feel the least bit tired.