"Got a lot o' love betweeeeeeeeeeen us..." Emma warbled merrily in a falsetto complete with hand movements. The feather duster she was holding served as a microphone.
Snow, David and Henry groaned collectively. By this time they have lost count how many times Emma has sung Let's Hang On in a ridiculously effected falsetto. Emma started singing the song that morning at intervals and now, late in the afternoon, she is showing no signs of stopping or even changing her song of choice.
"Moooooom! Don't you have any other song in your playlist?" Henry complained.
Emma stopped dancing and grinned mischievously at her son. "Nope, kid. It's the only one!"
Henry could only shake his head. His mom was not even listening to anything right now. Clearly she must have heard the song somewhere and it got stuck in her head. The thing is, it's already driving everyone at home crazy.
"Sweetie, you have a beautiful singing voice. Maybe you could use that instead?" This came from a weary Snow. She had borne the brunt of her daughter's singing ever since she asked her to help with general cleaning in their house. It was already starting to get on her nerves. Snow liked the original version well enough, but Emma's singing sounded a lot like nails scratching on a blackboard. It was simply grating on the ears.
"I won't get the feel of the song if I sing it normally, Mom," Emma explained. "The chorus has to be sung in a falsetto."
"True, but not that kind of falsetto," David muttered low to Henry. He made screeching sounds. Both snickered.
Emma glared at everyone. "You guys just don't know good singing when you hear one. Now if you'll excuse me..." she turned and went to the kitchen to get a drink. Once in the kitchen, Emma let loose once more to the accompaniment of more groans coming from the living room.
"Let's hang on
To what we've got..."
to be continued. thanks for reading. :)
