Just like that, Adrian accompanied Summer Sutton out the door.
But once there, he realized this was his most regrettable decision of the night.
Too loud, too chaotic, and most importantly, Summer Sutton's singing was like a ghost's wailing, torturing his ears.
Adrian sat with a stoic expression in the private room, his ears suffering greatly.
Ariella Sawyer didn't sing any better, much like Summer Sutton; neither of them understood rhythm, it was all ghostly howls.
Ariella, it's understandable; her voice is naturally lower than most girls, so singing badly was no surprise.
But Summer Sutton was different.
Summer Sutton had the kind of voice that could attract someone, soft and alluring.
Adrian never imagined her singing would have such a stark contrast.
Adrian glanced sideways at Summer Sutton, looking at her with a particularly complex expression.
Summer Sutton seemed completely oblivious to her off-key issues, having fun with Ariella.
