"They say I
can't
sing," Joe muttered.
The redhead stopped in mid-note and gaped at Joe. "Who said?" she
asked.
"And what do they know about music?"
"Adam had singing lessons," Joe replied. "They all said I
couldn't sing."
"Like they would know," the blonde soothed. "you have a
perfectly sweet
voice."
"My mythical husband - or is he fictitious? - thought you were
Elvis," the
redhead added. Since she could sing, and was currently rehearsing a
lot of
difficult music - including a tricky solo in a Benjamin Britten
piece - Joe
knew he could trust what she said. She had been signing solos since
she was
four.
"but they won't believe I can sing," Joe mourned.
"I know how we can sort that," the redhead told him. Joe
brightened and
looked at her hopefully. "I'll just bring Elen along and ask her to
sing."
Joe's mouth opened wide and he tried to speak. He had once had
Elen's
singing inflicted upon him and had rather thought there was
something
wrong... The blonde's imaginary husband had thought the same. Joe
didn't
want a repeat performance. "do I have to be there?" he quavered.
"Here," the blonde replied and handed him some ear plugs. she was
a loving
auntie, but there were limits and Elen's singing was one of them.
"I'll teach them to say that Joe can't sing," the redhead vowed.
Rona