Dad's Singing

Recently, my dad signed up to perform singing in a coming night party which is held by his company for celebrating the coming spring festival for a company gala to celebrate the coming Chinese New Year festivities.  He is a very earnest guy, whenever he does something he engages himself in it completely. Whenever there is a pet project, he will be totally immersed with all his heart and soul.

And that was this is where my nightmare begins began. Everyday, wherever he goes he sings, is; let it be in his bedroom, the bathroom, the kitchen, and even at dinners time when he is not chewing, he will be belching out in songs. Not to mention that he is not a very good singer, although he’s not totally off key, but as I remember he used to sing pretty well . I don’t know is it that I get my memory wrong or it’s just like when people are little fathers are heros with shining glory, as time pass by, we turn out to find that they are just normal person, so we become disappointed that they can’t live up to our expectations. Although he is not totally off key, he is no Luciano Pavarotti either.  However when I was little, I thought he sang rather well.  Maybe it is because our fathers are always the hero when we are young but as we grew up, they are not what we expected.

Anyway, he practises so much a lot, when music that it is no longer pleasant for the captive audience. It became kind more of a torture instead. The worse bad (you are not comparing anything at all) thing is that he’s is quite very confident in himself.  , or Should I say, blindly confidence.  He thinks he could be a second Luciano Pavarotti. I must say admit that I am impressed by his enthusiasm that as he starts to practises very early in the morning. But everyday when I am wake up in his singing at about six, I wanna knock myself out to go back to my dream. However, beginning at 6am everyday is no joke being woken up from my slumberland.  I don’t understand how can the neighbours not complaining or are they have planned on revenging plotting for pay back in secretly?

There are Still one week and a half week more until before his debut performance ., I hope I could survive by then I can survive by then.  Won't it be funny if he lost his voice the night before from over practice? I feel that you needed something funny to end your conclusion after all, it is a quite funny situation to outsiders.

Dad's Singing.

Recently, my dad signed up to sing in a night party which will be held by his company to celebrate the coming Spring Festival._He is a very earnest guy, whenever he does something, he engages himself in it completely.

And that was where my nightmare began. Every_day, wherever he goes he sings, his bedroom, the bathroom, the kitchen, and even at dinners when he’s not chewing. Not to mention that he is not a very good singer, although he’s not totally off key. I remember he used to sing pretty well. I don’t know if I get my memory wrong or it’s just that when people are little, fathers are heroes with shining glory. As time passes by, we come to find that they are just normal people, so we become disappointed that they can’t live up to our expectations.

Anyway, he practices a lot, when music is no longer pleasant to the audience, it becomes kind of a torture. The worst thing is that he’s quite confident in himself, or should I say blindly confident? He thinks he could be the new Luciano Pavarotti. I must say that I am impressed by his enthusiasm for practicing since very early in the morning. But everyday when I_wake up at about six, he has already started his singing , I wanna knock myself out to go back to my dream. I don’t understand how can the neighbours not complain. Are they planning on revenging secretly?

There are still one and a half weeks to go until his performance. I hope I'll still be alive by then.  ...Great story, very humorous! Nice to meet you! :D

Dad's Singing

Recently, my dad signed up to perform singing in a coming night party which is held by his company for celebrating the coming spring festival. He is a very earnest guy; whenever he does something he engages himself in it completely.

And that was where my nightmare began. Everyday, wherever he goes he sings, his bedroom, the bathroom, the kitchen, and even at dinners when he’s not chewing. Not to mention that he is not a very good singer, although he’s not totally off key, but as I remember he used to sing pretty well. I don’t know, is it that I get my memory wrong or it’s just like when people are little, fathers are heros with shining glory. As time pass by, we turn out to find that they are just normal person, so we become disappointed that they can’t live up to our expectations.

Anyway, he practices a lot, when music is no longer pleasant for audience it become kind of a torture. The worse thing is that he’s quite confident in himself, or should I say blindly confident. He thinks he could be a second Luciano Pavarotti. I must say that I am impressed by his enthusiasm that he practises very early in the morning. But everyday when I am wake up in his singing at about six, I wanna knock myself out to go back to my dream. I don’t understand how can the neighbours not be complaining or they have planned on revenging secretly?

There are still one week and a half until his performance. Hope I could survive by then.