{Twenty (48)} ♦ ES: The Musical

[burnt_orangesky]

[The feed cuts in on... water, then there's a dull, hollow sound.] Ow. [Apparently Fred just managed to run into something. There's relative silence for a short time, filled with the sound of the shower running... and then Fred starts humming a low, hauntingly melodic tune. Either it doesn't have words, or she chooses not to sing them. After a moment, she breaks off mid-hum to say something.]

Oh bloody hell... we're out of shampoo. [There's the strangled gasping sound of the last drops being squeezed out of a plastic container] Right... suppose it's my turn to go shopping again...

[She starts humming again, a different song this time. Then she starts singing the words, more enthusiastically then very well... but she does manage to hit all the right notes.]

...in the kitchen with Dinah,
Someone's in the kitchen I knowowowow~
Someone's in the kitchen with Di~nah!
Strummin' on the old banjo
And singing
Fe, fie, fiddleaiai,
Fe fie fiddleiooo...

[And the radio cuts out again.]

[[ooc: The first song is some Time Lord lullaby she half-remembers. I have no idea what it actually sounds like, lol.]]

Comments

[ghost_of_00]

[Guess what, Fred. You have two Haros humming in chorus to your singing.]

[As for the third--]

Off key! Off key!

[followed by an urgent whisper.]

Haro-san, please don't interrupt.

[books-and-toads.livejournal.com]

That song you were humming sounds really pretty. Any idea what it is?

[voice]

[man-genius.livejournal.com]

"Strumming on my old banjo!"

We need to hook you up with some better tunes.

[crimsonmischief]

Well, it's not exactly a private audience, but it'll do~

[grab-my-bells.livejournal.com]

[He's entirely too amused]

Strumming on the old banjo, hm? Is that what they're calling it these days.

[spandexisyouth]

Who is Dinah, and what does it matter if they are in the kitchen with her? Or him.