Cara's Rendition of The Voice

Hello loves!

For the first time this week I am logging on to my computer to do something other than homework. Okay, maybe I looked at Wanelo and Hautelook once or twice...okay okay it was 12 times! Or more like every time I opened Blackboard. I know, I have a problem.

I have been neglecting posting this for a while because it always slips my mind, but as I am watching Abbey Lee's Ultimate Dance Competition and The Voice , and as I think and pray for the very talented Sara Beth (a beautiful, amazing, musically and acting inclined woman from my hometown who was in a terrible accident today) I am reminded that I need to post this because this girl is definitely worth listening to. I filmed her in Key West at a raw bar. Okay, that sounds really awkward. I didn't like creep up behind her and film her eating oysters or anything. But she did something so bold that I felt compelled to take out my phone and record her beautiful voice.

My mom, brother Tyler, Bryan (Tyler's friend), and I were all starving after a long day of being tourists. My mom is really picky about her restaurants and so is Tyler, so trying to find somewhere they will both eat is challenging. I didn't much care for the dinner part. My main course for that night would be "Better Than Sex." We will visit that foodgasm later so I can take you through the whole sensually erotic experience.

Hot, sweaty and tired, my mom decided on a raw bar with a name I cannot remember. It had something to do with bikers though. Oysters aren't really my thing so I sipped a water and ate a side of boiled potatoes. I know, I am so strange! But it is what I wanted.

While I was happily munching on my bland potatoes, there was a very amazing male singer with the vocals to match that of my favorite male band The Script. He was singing me into a splendid stupor as I dazed out while staring at him singing. I may or may not have been daydreaming about me being the only one there, laid out on the bar while he sang to me and only me, and him taking body shots off my collarbone between songs. I mean most of my fantasies that week had to do with tequila, some body part and a sexy Key West man. When I was on the catamaran boat, it was the chiseled chap with the Australian accent, and in the chocolate shop it was the man with the chocolate key lime pie on a stick. What can I say, if it breathes and does something cool, I am probably thinking with my sexy cap on.

I was just in the middle of this talented man with the sultry voice licking salt off my neck when my day visions were interrupted. The future Jack Johnson announced that he had to step away for a minute. The band he was opening for was running late. He came back with whatever he retrieved to sing a few more songs in the meantime. Someone had requested a song that he declared was "out of his range." Some man in the back stood up and said "Sarah can sing it!" I turned around to see who was speaking. It was a man who was pushing an excited looking young girl up to the stage. If someone had been pushing me up on stage to act, I would have been fainting. But this girl looked so eager that I became suspicious. Oh no, this is going to be like a bad American Idol tryout, I thought as she walked up onto the stage practically bouncing on her toes as she adjusted the microphone.

This girl asked if anyone had any requests. "I don't know what I should sing!" she exclaimed as she blushed.

"Sing some Miranda Lambert," I suggested. I immediately mentally took back my suggestion because I knew I would be disappointed if she did one of my idols wrong.

"Which song?" she asked excitedly.

"Hmm, how about Mama's Broken Heart?" I offered.

After a few seconds of going over the lyrics in her head, she picked up her guitar and settled it across her lap. What she unleashed was talent rawer than the oysters the people around me were sickly slurping down.

I have to say, she did Miranda very proud with that song.

Everyone was so impressed that we all begged for more. My brother who was looking at her very intently asked her to sing something that she wrote if she did in fact write. Turns out she did. This is the song I recorded of her. Please excuse the guy in the powder blue shirt who can't make up his mind as to where he is going. The background noise and everything really don't do what I heard in person justice, but the video is still really good.

Her name is Sarah Spicer. She has a Facebook (I think) and I believe she sells music on itunes or Amazon. Something like that. Look her up and give her a like if you feel inclined to do so. I told her she was worth more than a small time blogger's post, but her face little up like a Christmas tree when I told her I wanted to post her video on my blog. She was the sweetest thing, and she really does deserve more than my little blog.