Jude El Buri

I do it in the shower. I do it in the car. I do it with Britney Spears. I do it with a hairbrush. I sometimes do it with a marker.
I absolutely love to karaoke.
It’s that awkward moment when I’m singing Britney Spears’ “Oops, I did it again” in the shower, and I hear a knock on the door, and my dad tells me to get out of the shower because I am wasting the hot water. It’s when I’m in the car and that Beyonce or Adele song comes on, and I crank up the radio and start singing obnoxiously at the top of my lungs. It’s when I’m at home in my pajamas or on my bed, and I’m singing into my hairbrush.
My biggest offense by far is the Britney Spears songs. “Baby One More Time,” “Oops, I did it again,” “Circus” — all of them. And then there are N’sync and Backstreet Boys songs that never die. Or the Glee songs that are stuck in my head the entire day.
Karaoke is one of my guiltiest pleasures because of its tendency to cheer me up. I karaoke when I’m sad or happy or just feel like singing. Karaoke is, by far, one of the funnest things, and yes, one of my guiltiest pleasures.
By Jude El Buri