<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffff00">Freddie giggled, he loved karaoke. Just the act of it was simply amazing to him. Singing other songs for enjoyment. It was what he did only better in a way. "This is what I wrote music for. To be enjoyed over and over again." He clapped as the spoke of the machine, the memories they had at it before. "You mean you keep it out all the time now? Oh how delightful darling, I always wondered by you stuffed it away night after night. Keep it out. Let the people enjoy it." He got up and picked a chair close to the machine with his little glass that he would refill sooner or later he just didn't want to yet. <br/>
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As the other sang he sat and watched with a grin on his fight and once the song was done he clapped his hands for her. "Bravo. Good job darling. Good job.  I would sing but I am not here to steal the show.... ", the man said as he got up to flip through the book thinking on it. Now it was an idea he might of been able to shake. Would he? Maybe? Maybe.... now it was on is mind. Could he? <br/>
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