Steph called me up and told me that she and her host sisters were going to go karaoke-ing for the night and asked if I would like to join them. I have to admit that at first, I was very hesitant to agree to this night of me making a fool of myself. I decided that I need to get out more with French people and agreed to accompany them.

I met up with her and her three host sisters, Helene, Benedicte, and Marie.

They are all three really nice and they had brought some of their friends with them too; Amelie, Matthieu, and Matthieu.

It was kind of convenient that the boys had the same name so I wouldn’t forget it! I’m pretty bad with names sometimes…especially French names because I can’t always understand what they’re saying to me. That’s embarrassing after I’ve been here for three months, but I promise it’s hard.

We got to the karaoke bar, and Steph and I were looking through the song book. The whole first section was in French and the second half English. Because we know that our voices are terrible, we decided to choose a rap song and finally ended up selecting Ice, Ice, Baby. Little did we know that French people are not kidding around when they sing karaoke. Instead of calling it karaoke, it should be called ‘everyone in France with an amazing voice sing night.’

Anyway, we had already entered our names, so we decided to go through with it. First, we had a little taste of what it was like when our whole group sang a song of Marie’s choice…”We are the World.”

It is officially the longest song, and a complete stranger insisted on singing it with us, which made it even more awkward. After that, Steph and I sang, I mean rapped, a little Vanilla Ice. The crowd was practically dumbfounded. In order to revive our act, I decided to bust out a little running man and Steph followed suit.

We got a few yells and cheers (I don’t think they were boo’s…) and then hurried off stage when we were finished. The announcer said “Oh, the Americans are having so much fun in France!” And that we are.