Novel & Cerita Pitch Perfect Song In The Shower

, he said and immediately drove into the garage. I pouted in disappointment and made my way upstairs. As usual, Hazel wasn't around and I had the whole place to myself. I went straight to my room and took a shower, feeling a little bit refreshed not only from washing dirt off my skin, but from singing my heart out like Taylor Swift in the shower. I really saw myself as some super star performing on stage and my audience were my bathing gel, the shower head, the bathtub, the toilet bowl; even the water. I was performing for all of them.

…Josh POV… Becca has just made me the happiest man in the world. In my heart I know that this time, things will be different. I think we are yet to be proven that one of her plans are not going to fail this time. So as I follow her to the room, she is not in be, but I can hear the water of the shower running. As I shred my body from clothing, I give myself a once-off over in front of the tall mirror. With biceps that clench and flex, and abs that tighten with every move, I make my way over to the hot and steamy shower.

Charles had a permanent frown all along so when school was over I quickly followed Brenna. Riding back home with Charles was dangerous with that face he had on. ******************************************** So I got home and decided to take a shower before watching my long awaited Spongebob new episodes and crashing on bed. I’m broken......🎶🎶. I tell you I’m fine....... Cause you wouldn’t believe me, if you knew the things that crossed my mind.......🎶🎶 I was busy singing in the shower as i let the cold water rush through my hair and unto my skin. I used my conditioner as a microphone and applied pressure on it at some point of the song.

The other woman in black stood frozen in the corner, eyes on the floor. I swallowed hard. My voice came out shaky but I forced the words anyway. “You should at least play a song for me,” I said. “I can’t dance to nothing.” The big boss lady smiled. Slow. Like she found me amusing. She lifted one finger and signaled to one of the men by the door. He nodded quick and touched his earpiece. A second later the music changed. Deep bass rolled through the hidden speakers. The Weeknd. That song I always played in the shower when no one could see me. The one that made me feel sexy and free for three minutes.

As I start to wash my body, I sing. I sing love song after love song into my shampoo bottle. I adjust the water to be a little warmer as I dance around. When I straighten up to hit a high note, I lose my balance. My elbow hits the tile on the side of my shower, and my butt slams on the wet shower floor. NATALIE POV I shut my door and lean against it smiling. I loved the shocked, happy look on Ryan's face. I still can't believe him and his parents.

Yesterday night up to this morning was stressful and annoying but somehow the universe chose to cheer me up by giving me a new friend, one I've never had in my life. While in the bathroom, I hummed a song in my head moving my hips around in contentment. "Would you make me a boss, pretty please, pretty please let me ease your mind? Look at me, can you breathe…" I gasped as in the song. "I can give you life!" I continued to sing the lyrics of Seoul City by Jennie until the end before I left the bathroom. I stepped out of my room with a towel firmly wrapped around my body. I got rid of my towel to apply some body moisturizer when the door to my room slammed open.

Marga POV "No way!" Chloe voice boom inside our dorm. For sure her voice can be heard the other room. This girl have high pitched voice that sometimes I told her to audition in orchestra. "C'mon you look pretty in this!" I said as I tried to convince her. She let out a big groan indicating she's not up for it. Which she is wrong because I am super stubborn and persuasive. "I told you I am not going to wear that. My clothes are all ok. It's very comfortable and I already used to it!" She said and I can't help but rolled my eyes on her.

Then after he was chained, he was piñataed and then used to pin the tail on the donkey and target throw. As expected, Hendrix slowly dropped me on the floor and walked around me, cracking his knuckles and neck. Just like that, I was forgotten. I turned around happily and went back to the sink. I resumed washing the utensils and then dried them with the tea towels while singing different songs. Thankfully, no one interrupted me. "You held me down, but I got up Already brushing off the dust You hear my voice, you hear that sound Like thunder, gonna shake the ground You held me down, but I got up

More like a warm hand resting patiently on my back. At first, I barely noticed it—a distant melody slipping through the noise inside my head. But little by little, I recognized the notes. «Sirens.» The song my mom used to sing in the kitchen when I was little. The one she hummed while washing dishes or folding clothes, convinced music could fix any bad day. Dad had played it from his phone—I learned later—and let it loop. He didn’t speak. He didn’t demand anything. The sound slipped through the cracks of the cabinet—soft, steady, untouched by urgency—and something in my chest gave way.

If I could ever rule that stage, present myself under his banner, doors would fly open. After taking off my shirt, I went to the bathroom and turned on the water until the mirror fog was created by steam. I let the hot spray run over me as I stepped into the shower, soaking into my sore muscles. I closed my eyes and just took a deep breath. The only place I didn't have to act or think was in the water.