Don’t stop believing - Journey

After 5 years of hosting karaoke, everytime I hear the opening bars my eye twitches and I just want to kill the radio like it’s a life or death primal situation. Words cannot truly convey to depths to which I despise and loathe that particular piece of music. It is the bane of my existence and I firmly and fully believe that if there is a hell, that song will be blasted at max volume, on repeat, 24/7. An endless slew of drunk, belligerent college girls remaking that they “can do it better”, their boyfriends threatening me because I dated to “let someone else do (their) girl’s song”, the dozen or so singers who either tried to deep throat the mic or just vomited in it when trying to hit the high notes…