Lucky vs. Good
She decided to tackle Whitney...earnestly. Saving All My Love for You.
It became evident halfway through the first line this wouldn't be a normal rendition. Nope-there was no crack-is-whack harmonies or sweating. When she said the word "run" in the song, she'd run around the stage. "Love" was a gesture to the heart. She was developmentally disabled.
By the end of the song, she had everyone singing along. The "for you's" at the end of the song were like dog howls from the drunken crowd.
I spoke with her after and she immediately launched into talking about her tiger makeup and how she did it herself (she was dressed as a tiger. For Halloween- not just a regular Tiger Tuesday thing I hope). Then she referenced how she has metal in her leg. 17 pins. I said "Wow."
This was becoming like really hard improv. I never knew what to say next. I said that she was walking really well. She said her accident happened when she was 18. A car hit her in a crosswalk. I relayed that I was hit by a car when I was 13 in a crosswalk and had to get some surgery and stuff. She said "Then we're both lucky" and raised her hand for a high five.
She just changed my whole night. My mantra was always I'd rather be lucky than good.
Maybe I can be both.
(don't worry though...cunty, fabulous, filthy gorgeous Willam will be back in a couple days)