Soooo... Yeah. There's no way in hell I'm gonna be singing, not like this. By dothe ith all thtuffed up and I thound widiculouth.
Okay, translation; my nose is all stuffed up and I sound ridiculous. With the letters M, N, S and R out of my grasp at the moment, there's no way in hell I'm getting up on stage. Not to mention I won't be able to breathe right as long as I'm bunged up like this, and don't even ASK about my poor throat...
-sigh-
Ah, well. Nothing to be done. I'll just have to live with it.