You're 15, and you're in the local karaoke place in a private room with your friends. You've got your lip smackers on, and you've finished hydrating with the policy-mandated ginger ale you ordered for yourself. It's your turn at the mic. You grab hold, wind the cord around your wrist, and hug the mic close to your body. The melody to Leona Lewis' Bleeding Love starts to filter through the speakers. You've got this. It's time to show those other losers what practicing in your bedroom for the last 7 days was all about. They won't even see it coming. LET'S GO!