“You only YOLO once, after all,” he said to himself, gripping the microphone nervously. The eight bar intro started and he swallowed. It did a poor job of moistening his throat.
“I should have had another drink,” he thought. “Actually, I guess it was the drink that got me into this in the first place.”
The words came on the screen and he opened his mouth to sing, but his throat issued only a rasp. He tried to summon up enough saliva to swallow again, but his mouth was stone dry.
It made him think of that George Thorogood song.
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