My Tormentor
It wasn't judgemental, more surprised rather than anything.
"You can sing, Miss...?" the DJ asks, waiting for me to say my name.
I nod. "My name's Yasmeen."
"Ms. Yasmeen, do you have anything in mind?" I lean closer to him so Marcus would be out of earshot, "Do you think we can do Smile by Avril Lavigne?"
His eyes widen. "Oh! That's a bold choice! You think you can pull off the vocals for it?"
"I think I can," I grin.
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