Me and my girl getting roudy at the bar. She insisted on karaoke. How could I deny the bride this only request? We chose Madonna's, Like A Prayer. Didn't sound nearly as beautiful as when I used to sing in my moms black heels and red lipstick at the age of 10. So through bouts of laughter we managed to get through the entire song. Ash's stage present was dead on of a true musician....living for a moment her childhood dream. We had random group of guys as our backup which helped drown out our squeaky drunken sound. My first and last time on stage. Girl, you're the best.
ash wearing urbn high waisted black shorts + corset top, me is urbn denim jumper, anthro belt. the ability to carry a tune, pure genetics.
~abby
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