~o “This is it, boys, this is war – what are we waiting for?
Why don’t we break the rules already?
I was never one to believe the hype
Save that for the black and white
I try twice as hard and I’m half as liked,
But here they come again to jack my style.” ~oSinging at the top of her theatrically-trained lungs, with the music almost as loud as she is.
“—You’re rather good.” he commented from where he stood just near her doorway, smiling to himself rather than at her. Surely he wasn’t being intrusive; it wasn’t his fault she left the door slightly ajar nor was it his fault that her voice resonated throughout the whole floor. It was a wonder he was the first to come here, to be honest.
“Wha — Oh!” Summer blundered to a stop in the middle of the chorus, laughing at herself and turning round. One hand punched the power button on the speakers hastily, so they could hear themselves talk. “Well, thank you. It’s been a long time since I had any training; I just like to sing.” She stood up, offering a hand. “I’m Summer. I guess since you’re here, I must be disturbing everyone on the floor?”