***Ollie***
I wince as the woman on stage valiantly butchers a Whitney Houston classic. I admire the confidence—truly—but some songs require a level of self-awareness, and unfortunately, she has none. I imagine she sounds fantastic in her car. Here? Less so. Frankly, I’m struggling to think of a single song that would suit her. Maybe something instrumental.
"Are you actually going to put your name down, or just continue silently judging everyone else?" Freya asks, amused, as she polishes off her drink.
"I will—in a minute," I say, shrugging. "What about you?"
She snorts. "Ha! No, I think I’ll stick to screeching in the shower… one of the many perks Ella gets for being my roommate."
I chuckle, glad to see Freya acting like her usual vibrant self again.
"You sure? I swear I’ve heard yo
