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

"I was left to my own de-vi-ces," I sang, my voice echoing off the marble pillars. I didn't just sing it; I lived it. I did the little percussion sounds with my tongue— chk-chk, boom —to really set the mood.

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 was left to my own de-vi-ces," I

I didn’t have a backing track. I didn’t have a microphone. I just had the raw power of my own lungs and a dream. Then, the moment everyone was waiting for

I took a deep breath, ignored the rumbling of Mount Vesuvius in the distance, and began. I didn’t have a backing track

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.