After a few drinks and some conversation, she began to sing to me.
In any movie outside of a comedy, maybe, she'd have the voice of an angel, there would be a band that would know the song and pick up the beat instantly, and by the end of it the whole bar would be entranced.
If it was a comedy, her voice would be like nails on a chalkboard that were somehow also throwing up and tomatoes would be thrown at us.
Instead, her voice was average, and no-one else noticed.
But I still absolutely loved her for it.
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