When I ignorantly "entertainte" the crew of Robbie
It was one of those evenings when I was talked into going to a karaoke bar. Although I'm not a gifted singer, but for a few standards, it is enough. From 'Wonderwall' to 'Knocking on Heaven's Door' to 'Barbie Girl', there was a lot going on. My absolute favorite is 'Let Me Entertain You' by Robbie Williams. This is not chosen as often as the other songs, because most of them stutter on the verses. With a bit of practice it is totally feasible for a Robbie fan. So I took a note, wrote down the title and artist, gave up and waited. The stack was big, I waited a long time. Time to scan the audience. The mood was good and especially a troupe of Englishmen had fun? which is english standard after a few pint. But these men did not seem drunk but just boisterous. Joyfully, I hoped that they would go along with 'their' Robbie as well as with the other English songs.
'Let Me Entertain You'? or not
But as soon as I opened my mouth, changed something. Annoyed faces, some even turned away and went outside. "My inner singing is so bad I do not like it I have something on my face?" I asked myself. Everything seemed possible. It was ? Naturally ? completely different. As so often when I overdramatate internally. I sang my song to the end, a few people went with me, some applauded, especially my companion, who could not understand either. I ordered a drink and went out for a cigarette? although I do not smoke at all. Fresh air was good. One of the English men had a particularly friendly face and an Italian accent? I always find that to be bullets. Carefully I groped for the conversation and tried to break the ice over the accent. It seemed to work: "Oh you sang 'Let Me Entertain You'? right? ".
Don? T take it staff, we are Robbie? S crew?
So you played this song every night. And then everything made sense and I wanted to disappear briefly in the ground. What the hell. There were a few nice conversations and my Italian English invited me and an accompaniment to the concert on the following day. I had already forgotten that they had left me singing.
Robbie in concert
Without further ado, I took a colleague to the concert. It was very exciting ? We felt like teenagers again and even allowed through the back door! There was a bar with free drinks and a very handsome man squeezed herbal brandy into our hands. Where would we sit? Or did we even have the opportunity to stand in the stage ditch? Not quite. We sat sideways with a good view of the stage and excellent view of the screen.
As soon as we sat down, we started, without opening band. Pure entertainment: sumptuous, loud, colorful. Even a cannon load with confetti was there. It was so beautiful swinging, rocking and with a lot of nonsense? typical Robbie Williams just. Also, the obligatory woman on stage, the Robbie then started, of course, could not be missing. It was my first Robbie Williams concert. And it could really do something, especially entertain.
Hach Robbie.
