I tattoo a young man who looks like he spends most of his waking moments in the gym. He came in a while ago for his first tattoo, a tribal armband. He has perfectly manicured hands, eyebrows, and tinted hair styled in a fake mohawk.
He survived the outline, beaded in sweat and humming but did well. I’m packin’ the black as I come to the inside of his arm, he starts to squirm again. His humming becomes louder.
As I’m tattooing him, the squirming gets worse and I tell him. “Hey, if you need to sing, sing. But I need you to hold still.”
He says “really, you don’t mind?”
I laughed and said,” like I care just hold still”
He said ” okay, but can you shut the door?”
Whatever, I shut the door, thinking his voice probably sucks and he doesn’t want anyone to hear. Start tattooing again… and the boy starts to sing.
OMG not only was he a good singer, but he busted out into Aretha Franklin’s “Natural Woman”.
I stopped tattooing and stared at him and told my self “don’t laugh, don’t laugh, don’t laugh.”
I finished the tattoo, with a straight face ~ barely, as he sang a string of old Motown hits.
He payed me said thanks and asked, “hey, your not going to tell anyone about that singing thing are you?”
I couldn’t help it, I busted up. He started laughing too. ” You have a good voice, don’t worry about it… but I am telling everybody, that’s some funny shit. I won’t tell them who you are, but I am telling everyone.”
He was cool with that and we had a good laugh over it. He’s been back for more since, the last session started with Donna Summers . . .