Frisk trips over the lyrics, pausing to listen, just for a moment. Another carol? Except, to their growing delight, they realize it matches. Not perfect, but they're not searching for perfection.
They lean against the balcony's edge and continue the best they can.
"Sing...sing a song... Make it simple, to last your whole life long! Don't worry that it's not good enough, for anyone else to hear! Just sing..."
They strain their ears, turning their lyrics into a question with a quick pitch change. It doesn't sound great with the rest of the rhythm, but they can't resist:
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Date: 2017-01-27 05:36 am (UTC)They lean against the balcony's edge and continue the best they can.
"Sing...sing a song...
Make it simple,
to last your whole life long!
Don't worry that it's not good enough,
for anyone else to hear!
Just sing..."
They strain their ears, turning their lyrics into a question with a quick pitch change. It doesn't sound great with the rest of the rhythm, but they can't resist:
"Sing a song?"
Won't you sing with them too, stranger?