Source:
Adults
Author:
matthew newman
Title:
Fame is calling
I'm going on a talent show I can't sing, act or dance. But with the crap that I've seen lately I stand a bloody good chance. My dancing is very dodgy and my singings been called shit. But who really cares about all that I'll have a number one hit. I've been singing for ages and I'm really very keen. There's no-one with more staying power on the karaoke machine. I'll get by on my good looks if you know just what I mean. Because from a flattering angle I look just like James Dean. My friend said " Come on now you prat let's not jump in and be rash. It's true you look a bit like Dean but only after the crash." I'll release hit after hit and I'll go on for years. And eventually when I get good you'll take your fingers out your ears. I'll be a musical force to be reckoned with and bring the world to it's knees. But until then it's the old day job " Can I take your order please?"
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