You sighed as you leaned back against the abandoned wall of the abandoned church, you always go here because it’s nice. And you just went through a break up. And something you did to calm down was to sing.

So that’s what you did. You stepped away from the wall and shut your eyes, beginning to the sing the riff in The Great Gig in the Sky by Pink Floyd. And you were really amazing. You had an excellent vibrato, seriously. Then, out of nowhere, once you finished, your best friend, Victor, who had come looking for you earlier because you had ran off crying, just barged into the room you were in and shouted

“You can sing?!”