“It's manufactured cheesy rubbish, that's what's wrong with it. Where are the real drums and the guitar riffs?”
“Have you got any Oasis?” Juliette asked diplomatically.
“Yes! Oasis! Wonderwall! Turn off this shite and I'll sing if I have to.”
“Go on then,” Ben said, snapping off his stereo, “I challenge you to do A cappella.”
Juliette was shocked when Tarquin threw his arms wide and began singing loudly. Ben glanced at Juliette and rolled his eyes. She tapped along to the imaginary beat, trying not to chortle at Tarquin's high pitch shouting.
“Talk about pub singing,” Ben commented with a laugh, then as Tarquin came to the chorus, he joined in too.
Tarquin emanated the sound of banging drums, as Ben reached across to encase Juliette's small hand in his own. She threw him an ear split
