She opened her mouth and sang. Not the sweet, polished warble of a teen queen, but a raw, throaty, defiant bark.
The silence stretched. Then, the producer in the corner, a quiet visionary named The Matrix, smiled and turned a dial. The synth beat dropped again, louder this time, thrumming through the floorboards. hilary duff - metamorphosis
As the last note rang out, she opened her eyes. The red light was still on. Jerry was nodding slowly. The engineer was grinning. She opened her mouth and sang