"Personally, I thought it was great. Amazing even". The woman sighed, sitting down softly onto the fabric of her bed sheets. "Lincoln, a record deal isnt going drop into my lap for being amazing. It needs to be perfect". Lincoln scoffed, "pfft". "Its already perfect for everyone Abi, you're just a perfectionist". Lincoln giggled as he booped her nose. And she giggled back. "Sing it. And dont you say 'Oh no, I possibly couldnt, my parents are home, and they dont know you're here, it'll make too much noise!'. Your parents arent home. And I love hearing you sing. So, do it. Please?."

Abi looked at the boy, smiled, and walked to the shattered tablet. Picking it up, glass fell from the screen as she pressed play. A flute played gorgeously as Abi echoed her own words from the speakers. "Meri yaado mein, Meri baato mein, Tu jiyaa, Teri aankho ki, Ankahi chaah mein, Khud se mila, Mila!"

As lyrics filled the void of silence, Lincoln laughed and joined in, dancing with his girlfriend as the hours of the night drift away

The morning was swift. Lincoln was dropped off at his street by Abi, who blew a kiss goodbye. Lincoln walked quickly, trying to stay out of sight of the main road. He found where he was going, slid open the window, and popped in. "Sup Lincoln? How was it with Abi?". Clyde smiled, offering his friend a glass of water. "Honestly? Perfect".