Yesterday, in the quiet of my home, I spotted her. She slunk about in the shadows, hoping to keep her face hidden, while belting out her and her friends rewrite to the smash hit I believe I can Fly into a properly teenage girl emo gigglefest called I believe I can die.
I was able to capture just a couple verses of this performance, as she suddenly became camera shy. She also rolled her eyes when I had the audacity to ask “…swirly twirls?!”
Clearly, I am not Cool enough to understand the logic behind being shot with mystical items that rhyme, by the FBI. I am, however, cool enough to have flipped the camera settings over to get this shot of the performer in question to the right. Like most American Idol contestants – she really gives her all into every performance – so Let’s Hear it for the Girl!
(…aaaaaaaaaaaw let’s give the girl a haaaaaaaand! Let’s hear it for my BABY… you know you gotta understaaaaaaaaeeeaaaaeeeeaaand… oh oh oh maybe she’s no romeo, but she’s my lovin one girl show, ooooooooooeeeeOOOOOOOOOOOOO oooooooOOOOOOOOOh let’s hear it for the giiiiiiiiiiiiiiiirl!)
PS: …I have NO idea where Peppermist gets this singing quirk. None.
PPS: You’re welcome for the earworm, Nana!