A/N: Hello again! Posting some more for you to enjoy! I'll post chapter 3 now and chapter 4 tomorrow. I've also started posting on my tumblr ( .com). I am also taking prompts if anyone wants.
Disclaimer: Still don't own them, but I like to think this is what's happening in that NYC apartment that is really the TARDIS in disguise.
They were singing. Again.
Brody didn't know what he had done to deserve this, but perhaps this was his punishment for moving in with his girlfriend that he had only been dating a few months. He hadn't recognized all aspects of her - and her friends'- Crazy prior to setting up shop in this kick-ass apartment, and now he was paying the price.
He grabbed the second pillow from the bed to hide under and buried himself deeper under the covers, hoping to drown out the noise. It didn't work. It never worked.
It's not like he disliked listening to them sing. The three divas all had AMAZING, ASTOUNDING, WONDERFUL voices, full of emotion and depth. They certainly outshone anyone he'd ever met before, as well as many of the musicians and bands he heard on Broadway or on the radio.
It's just. This horrible, clashing N-O-I-S-E! Almost every morning!
"Aaaargh!" Brody growled as he tossed the pillows and blankets aside and got up.
Why couldn't they, every once in a while just to mix things up, try taking out their respective headphones and singing the same song at thesame time? Was that too much to ask?
