My God, I sounded incredible. Better than in the shower even.
I know, I know. Hard to believe.
I eventually emerged from the bathroom half-expecting a talent scout to be hovering outside, anxious to sign a record deal with this undiscovered phenom.
What I got was awkward eye-contact with the prettiest girl I may have ever seen in my life.
And the way she was looking at me so strangely, I knew she had been enjoying every word that I sang.
So, I did what anyone awesome would do when they get busted.
I looked her dead in her pretty blue eyes and I said, “Wanna come sing a duet? The acoustics in here are aaaaaamazing.”
I headed back to my seat and on the way we did the whole awkward airplane bathroom swap thing that we all know all too well.
And as I sat there, I couldn’t help but wonder if I could hear the faint and amazing sound of Christina Aguilera coming from the bathroom somewhere far behind me.
Dan Pearce, The Single Dad Laughing Blog