I knew the lines to Bon Jovi’s Livin’ on a prayer pretty well. Especially the chorus part. The Oooooohhhhh…. we’re half way. Ok. Stop.
And I sing my lungs out to the song whenever I heard the familiar opening (sound of guitar on talk box?) over the radio, driving. A bit of speeding along the way. Just a bit, since, well, Kancil can only ‘leap’ so far.
Probably the only time where I feel less self-conscious than I usually would, is when we’re singing our heart out to our favourite song, and assumed nobody’s looking. Well, I don’t wanna know if they’re looking.
But I don’t think other motorists would hear me at the traffic standstill, would they?