Pop Party Opera
Pop Party Opera
I thought, heck, I could beat any one of these fools and feel great about myself - but I was wrong. I came in second. I couldn't believe it. The kid who beat my was as thin as a sheet of paper - it was rumored that he had two stomachs.
Well I was furious and stormed off. Later that day I spotted the kid again from a balcony on which I was standing and loathing. I decided the right thing to do would be to congratulate the winner, so I started to head towards him. But on my way some delinquent was aimlessly wandering around and bumped into me.
This caused me to fall over the railing of the balcony but not before I grabbed ahold of his collar and took him with me. We flew through the air screaming at the top of our lungs. I fell directing into the bell of a tuba that was being played very skillfully by handsome fella, and the delinquent fell onto the latka eating champion, knocking him into the tuba player and I, causing all four of us to fall into an orchestra pit that was strategically placed right behind us, causing an array of sounds and music to pour out of that pit. I later learned that the latka champ's name was Michael, the delinquent was Brett, and the tuba player was Dave.
From that moment on we vowed to forever recreate the sounds that were heard that day. And that is the most accurate and least factual account of the birth of The Pop Party Opera. Read more on Last.fm. User-contributed text is available under the Creative Commons By-SA License; additional terms may apply..
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