My cousin Rob was never the type who restrains himself. When he decides to do something, he likes to go all out. People’s judgments never bothered him.
We should have got accustomed to his hystrionics by now, that nothing should shock us anymore.
Of late, he has started thinking himself to be a songster, much to our amusement. With a voice that could make a cawing crow bow its head in shame, it goes without saying that he is unfit to be even within a mile of the singing crowd. Yet, he persisted and made our lives, a living hell.
The other day, he wilfully tried selling us the remix version of the song, ‘The man who sold the world’, imitating the head movement of the stylish Kurt Cobain and failed miserably. His high note soon had us crawling up the wall and our dog started howling in perfect sync with him.
We couldn’t control ourselves anymore and were in hysterics, by the time he ended his performance.
Song, Hysterics, Movement
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