Monica's POV
The pulsating energy of the karaoke bar enveloped us as soon as we stepped through the doors. Colby confidently approached the hostess, who checked our reservation before guiding us to a prime table near the stage. I settled into my seat, absorbing the vibrant atmosphere around me. The dim lighting cast a warm glow over everything, complemented by the rhythmic bass line from the impressive house band.
On stage, a couple butchered Kid Abelha's "Intimate Painting," yet the crowd erupted in supportive cheers. Their off-key performance somehow added to the charm of the place – this wasn't about talent, but about the collective joy of music. Waiters weaved through the packed tables, delivering colorful cocktails that seemed to fuel the enthusiastic singalongs.
"I'll have a mojito," I told our waiter as he approached. Before I could even get comfortable, Lily was already scribbling song selections on the request form, her enthusiasm infectious.