𝟓𝐒𝐎𝐒 𝐈𝐌𝐀𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐒

𝐋𝐔𝐊𝐄

ok but best friend luke....

"i can't believe this thing still works," you grin, sliding the karaoke machine out of it's box.
"do you remember the christmas
you got it?"

"yeah," he laughed.
"i think one of my brothers hid it a week after wards, because i couldn't find it for the longest time. are you ready to have your ass handed to you?"
"oh, please." you scoffed.
"just because you prance around on stage all the time doesn't make you the end all be all of singing."

"prance?" he actually looked offended. "i do not prance anywhere."

"mhm." you giggled. "whatever you say. anyway, you're going to be singing..."

you trailed off dramatically, scanning the back of the CD case for an acceptable song.

"'pocket full of sunshine' by natasha beddingfield."
luke glared at you. "fine. then you're singing
'don't stop believing'."

he stood up and grabbed the microphone, trying his hardest to hit all of the notes. unfortunately for him, his voice was several octaves too low, and when he tried to hit the high note in the chorus, his voice gave an almighty crack.

you were instantly in hysterics, tears running down your face by the time he was done.
"what," you wheezed. "was that?!"

"fuck off, that was good for not having practiced it at all." he said haughtily.

"i'd like to see you wing the words as well as I did! besides, i was on pitch the whole time!"
"you were not!" you cackled, proceeding to make a screeching noise to the tune of the song.

"that's what you sounded like."
"it is not!" he yelled, laughing at your dying whale impression.

"i'm a goddamn professional, i won't be spoken to like this!"

you snorted.
"professional. they chose the wrong lead singer, in my opinion."

"that's it." luke hauled off and hit you with a pillow, staring a pillow war that left the karaoke machine quite forgotten.