What’s the song?
Firework, by Katy Perry (because maturity is fucking overrated)
Emma gives you a look that says it all.
‘Firework? Seriously?’
‘It’s symbolic,’ you say defiantly. Emma rolls her eyes heavenwards.
‘I’m not even sure I know all the words! But I suppose it is in my range. Hang on a moment…’
‘I’ll let you look up the lyrics,’ you tell her, relenting. ‘Can you reach your phone?’
What's next?
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