Freddy Singing Novelas e Histórias

She took her phone and went to the corridor. “That took you long to pick up my call,” Ryan said sulkily. “What are you up to?” “I’m singing with Cathy and the others in the clubhouse.” As soon as Freya finished speaking, Chase’s singing voice sounded from inside. “There’s a man, huh?” Ryan asked oddly. “He sings quite well.” “Chase is the one singing.” “Are you close with him?” Ryan’s tone deepened in spite of himself. Freya did not think too much of it. “We’re alright. Chase has helped us a few times when I was back in Melbourne.”

The song changed to ‘She’s like a star’, by ‘Taio Cruz’ which is Freddie’s favourite song. I felt someone grab my hand and looked back to see Freddie giving me a smile, one of the real ones, and I couldn’t help but smile back. “Dance with me, Angel,” he said, wrapping his arms around my waist. I was so drunk at this point that I didn’t even care that I was dancing with Freddie, I wrapped my arms around him and tucked my face into his neck.

I was stunned for a moment while listening to his voice. "Focused on the things that didn't make no sense ..." "Guess that growing up was never meant to be easy ..." The song .. “Yeah, I got used to doing everything sideways Didn't really care about how anyone felt Hiding my emotions down in different ashtrays .. " He sings it slowly than the usual tempo of the song. I can really felt the lines plus the fact that he really have a good voice. He has this raspy yet gentle voice. “Oh, but what is lost ain’t gone

I said. I am so aroused; I want them over here so I can taste them. "Come here, boys, please, I want to taste you," I said to Command. "In due time, baby, but first we want to show you something, okay?" Fred says. "Okay," I said. Eddy had control in his hands, and he turned the song to another one for us. "Wh-what," I said out loud. The song is from the band Def Leppard, one of Mandy's and the girls' favorite songs.

“Half the city is going to see!” “If they are looking,” Kenneth pointed out. “What are we watching?” Freya asked. “I—” Kenneth tilted his head. “I don’t know, but it better be interesting.” They started eating while the singer and the guitarist serenaded them with romantic music, with some songs being Freya’s favorite. ~ "It might not be long, but baby, I I'll love you 'til the day that I die" ~ Freya chuckled. She asked, “How did you know I liked Billie Eilish?”

“Half the city is going to see!” “If they are looking,” Kenneth pointed out. “What are we watching?” Freya asked. “I—” Kenneth tilted his head. “I don’t know, but it better be interesting.” They started eating while the singer and the guitarist serenaded them with romantic music, with some songs being Freya’s favorite. ~ "It might not be long, but baby, I I'll love you 'til the day that I die" ~ Freya chuckled. She asked, “How did you know I liked Billie Eilish?”

Fred stopped mid-laugh, his eyes bulging like egg whites. “Fuck! Listen to that," he whispered, his usual jest gone. Someone once said singing and composing was like making love to the soul. The voice behind that mic was not only making love to my soul, it was also destroying my sanity. I couldn’t think straight. All I could think of was how beautiful that voice sounded and how much I wanted to hear more of it every damn day. "That girl, whoever she is, is a nightingale. Her voice... it could take her places. Adonis, if you don't claim her, I swear, I'll step in, fuck her and plant my seed in her,” Fred said and I scowled at him

~~FREYA ASHWOOD~~ “No one wants a failure like you, Freya. The only reason this pack hasn’t thrown you out is because I allow you to stay. Now get back to work before I make you." I flinched, the words dying in my throat, but my face must have betrayed my thoughts. "Oh, come on," she sneered, finally meeting my eyes. "You don’t actually expect me to sing for you? To shower you with praises because today is a reminder of the unfortunate day you were born?"

The first thing she had done was run straight to his room and ask whether her singing was actually any good. She had cried so hard that Oscar did not dare tell her the truth. The other sisters thought Amara had been too harsh. They had tried to comfort Freya as well, telling her that her singing really did sound nice. Freya had dug in her heels against Amara and had even run away from home to protest. With no other option, Oscar had secretly taught himself music theory and composition. He had slipped a few songs he had written into Freya's bag. They looked like rough drafts. Careless as ever, Freya had assumed she must have written the melodies herself by accident. She had polished and perfo

“Alright, this part is the chorus. It’s going to be singing instead of rapping. The melody will sound something like this. In three, four!” Syris listened to the birds singing each note according to Floopy’s gesture and found it very interesting. He often listened to other people sing, usually his siblings. However, none of them was able to bring out such a harmonious blend of noises. IN fact, it was usually awful if more than one person sang at a time. Likewise, Syris noted that the voices of the crickets and birds normally clashed badly with each other as if fighting for a spot on the stage. However, under Floopy’s command, they were able to soothe ears and hearts.