Love songs and tone deafness

Jake disappeared into the storage closet for twenty minutes tonight and emerged with his guitar, announcing he had something “special” to share with me. I should have known by the mischievous grin that this wasn’t going to be your typical romantic evening.

Love songs and tone deafness

He planted himself in the middle of our living room and launched into what I can only assume was supposed to be “Just the Way You Are” by Bruno Mars. The lyrics were mostly right, but the melody… well, let’s just say Bruno would probably file a restraining order. Jake was so into it though - eyes closed, swaying dramatically, completely oblivious to the fact that he was hitting notes that don’t exist in any known musical scale.

When he realized I was laughing AT him, not WITH him

I tried so hard to keep a straight face, but when he hit what I think was supposed to be the chorus, I completely lost it. The look of mock betrayal when he realized I was laughing was almost as entertaining as the performance itself. He finished the song anyway, claiming that “real artists don’t let hecklers stop them.”

For the record, I appreciated the gesture. Even if my ears are still recovering.