There's a new kid on the block – Von Krahl is dead,
long live House10. There's private rooms to rent and you can sing as loud & proud as you want.
Not a single sore throat will come between
Zara Larsson's Lush Life and me.
Laulurahvas! EESTI! EESTI!
Last supper before karaoke:
Snacks and tracks:
The first room was called Circus.
Wilma felt like home:
We didn't even have time to take our jackets off,
when Ian was already onstage willkommening us:
Liis Lemsalu serves us well:
The ultimate manager was tired of being behind the scenes.
She became the #1 star:
Houdini & *poof* it's gone:
The carpets so clean, the mind so dirty:
One up the bum, no harm done:
He is out of fucks to give:
It's our renaissance:
And just like that the microphones run out of batteries.
No worries, the manager got us a VIP room to continue in:
She usually kills paparazzis:
Too heavy for one hand:
A big round of applause for Krissu,
who took over my camera:
The VIP room was very mossy:
The pussy cat claws:
Clap like a queen:
Adele? Beyonce? Estelle? Ines?
They all are there:
Karaoke is a true sport,
one must rest a little in between:
Work bitch!
In here we're superstars:
The hand is gracious:
The most beautiful sink we've ever seen,
so we covered it up:
The only customers in the House10:
3h of sipping Martinis:
Thank you Ian for getting us together twice a year:
