The Experiment (Draft)

Giggles

Owen: 

"Here's to good music!" I toast as we lift our glasses and chug sparkling cider, giggling after we glug. We made a deal to pretend it was champagne, including acting drunk. Luke has taken the part of the drunk obsessed with quotes, I took the part of the angry drunk, and Lydia the part of the singing drunk.

"To quote The Fault in Our Stars: "Do you know what Dom Perignon said after inventing champagne? He called out to his fellow monks, 'Come quickly: I am tasting the stars.'"  Luke blurts.

"You have seen that movie? The book is soooooooooooooooooooooooooo much better!" Lydia giggles.

"Yeah, I saw the movie, but I agree, the book is so much better!" They erupt in laughter.

"Hey! I've never read the book or seen the movie." Both of them look at me and simultaneously demand I watch it.

"The fault, dear Brutus, is not in our stars, but in ourselves." Lydia sings to the tune of "The Phantom of The Opera".

"That's my line!" Luke spurts, then hiccups, which makes Lydia fall out of her chair in laughter, her natural hair splayed on the wood floor. She somehow manages to not spill her cider in the process.

"M'lady." I exaggerate extending my hand to her to help her up, and she takes it. And suddenly we're waltzing. I have no clue how the waltz, so she leads as she hums "Once Upon A Dream" from Cinderella. When the song is finished, Luke taps me on the shoulder.

"May I?" he asks. I step away, and Lydia sings "Part Of Your World" from"The Little Mermaid."  and they dance, interrupted occasionally be deep breaths and laughter. Somehow she goes a note higher after every sentence. She ends the song on a note so high dogs are probably the only ones who can hear it.

We all sleep in our own beds, falling asleep the moment our heads hit the pillow on the third night.