No one ever looked at me and thought, "Damn, I bet that chick can belt Aerosmith," but they'd be wrong. I sang the chorus of "Dream On" while throwing devil horns and headbanging, my loose waves flying around my face.

"Whoooo, baby!" Priya catcalled.

When I hit the high part, striking my best rock star pose and the mic held directly above my upturned face, the bar burst into cheers.

I killed that ballad and swaggered back to my table.

Blondie's was poorly ...