Pompeii (sing The Part Loved Trend) But Instead The Whole Thing Is My Voice -

I held the note for three minutes. The ash encased me in a permanent, singing pose—a masterpiece of vocal commitment. Thousands of years later, archaeologists found me. They didn't find a person; they found a legend frozen in a mid-belt "Eh-he-oh."

Then, the moment everyone was waiting for. The clouds turned black, the first dusting of ash hit my shoulders, and I leaped onto a fountain ledge for the big drop. "But if you close your eyes!" I roared. I held the note for three minutes

I took a deep breath, ignored the rumbling of Mount Vesuvius in the distance, and began. They didn't find a person; they found a

The ground shook. A merchant dropped a crate of olives. I didn't blink. I hit the pre-chorus with a vibrato so intense it rivaled the tectonic plates shifting beneath us. I took a deep breath, ignored the rumbling

The heavy smell of sulfur wasn’t the only thing hanging in the air that morning in 79 AD. I was standing in the middle of the forum, watched by a crowd of confused Romans in togas, and I knew it was time.