There was a time when I was in a boyband.
We came from around the world, to gather together to share our passion for music (at least according to the poster on the wall at Z Cafe we did). We worked exclusively in the medium of Karaoke.
And we ruled. At least from where I was standing.
In this case, I was standing on stage with mic in hand and a pair of panties some lusty groupie had thrown my way...
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