Where’d you go?
I’m sitting at Zulaa’s desk, typing on her computer – pausing momentarily to watch the seven women I share an office with practice dance moves for our school’s karaoke competition tomorrow. Our (their) song is titled “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, Zulaa.” I like our chances. I’ve been designated to fill the role of ‘super fan.’ No problem. I’ve played this role in the past – I take great photos and clap with great enthusiasm – perfect fit. We drank some beer before practice to loosen up – works like a charm. The sun is setting over BaruunUrt. Temperatures haven’t been much over 30 all week – winter is knock, knock, knocking on Mongolia’s door. No matter. It's true what they say: wherever you go, there you are.
Todd-O! Great to hear from you here! You are a great "super fan," so kudos to the casting director -- and this way you don't have to sing! And about winter -- yikes, no wonder you think of a guns & (dead) roses! But about the song for karaoke: you (they) made up a song? So, have they sung this onto a recording device and are they now practicing lip syncing to their own song being played on the mechanical playing device? This all seems wonderfully foolish! Beer, I see, surely does enhance it all!
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