Well, he’d be lying if he said this wasn’t the first time he got pressured into getting out of his comfort zone by his kids. Reuven was not much of a singer. In fact, he sounded downright awful, but he simply couldn’t say no to his little boy when Ezra begged to sing together. It was going to be cute and wholesome and fun, but then last minute the toddler chickened out and ran back to his older sister in the crowd, giggling with nerves. Reuven chortled, and then glanced over at the waiting lyrics on the screen. It was a duet, so he pointed the microphone at the audience, asking for any takers. “I’d sing it alone, but I think it might give everyone a headache,” he joked into the microphone. Relieved that someone volunteered quickly, he beamed at them as they joined in front of the microphone stand. “Ah! My savior! Thank you! I was just about to—” but he couldn’t finish his sentence, because the lyrics started rolling, and the background tune of Bohemian Rhapsody began. “Oh? Oh! …real life, or is this just fantasyyyy…” he began uncertainly, uncharacteristically shy, and glancing to his singing partner in casual apology and for reassurance.
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