Back when I was in high school, I was part of an a cappella quintet. we fancied ourselves something of a boy band, like N’Sync or O-Zone.
(Look it up.)
So convinced we were of our own talent that we spent several thousand dollars of our (parents’) money to rent a recording studio and create roughly five-hundred copies of an album we cut.
It… wasn’t very good. But we were proud of it.
Years later, I only talk of my boy band experience with great shame and a sudden irresistible urge to change the subject as quickly as possible.
I still have some of the dance moves, though.