A man walked into a half empty karaoke bar sometime after midnight. Or, it can be assumed that he walked in, because no one saw him enter. Everyone’s eyes were fixated on the spectacle happening at the front of the room. Strangers and friends, all intent on having a good time, were singing karaoke to one another and dancing to the Latin music that served to fill the spaces in between each song.
At some point he must have put his name into the proverbial hat. The DJ called him up to the front where he took his turn at the microphone. Rather than stand, he has a seat behind the drum set that hasn’t been silent for hours, as various folks try their hand at the bongos, or would steal the tambourine for a while.
He was dressed in a bright white tuxedo shirt tucked neatly into his jeans, sleeves rolled up, with white running shoes, and a tan line where a wedding ring would normally sit. He sang a song about love and jealousy to no one in particular.
Just as he snuck into the bar, he disappeared before last call.