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"If the world is so small, why can't you hear my true feelings?" Thea Lynch sang with a face neither sad nor happy, as calm as a spring lake.
Because she had significant pitch problems when singing, she sang very softly. Diana Dawson's voice wasn't loud either, but it easily overshadowed hers.
During the interlude, Foreman Chandler suggested she sing louder.
"I'm really off-key," Thea couldn't help but laugh.
"No way, we couldn't tell." To be precise, they couldn't even hear if Thea was singing.
"Besides, it doesn't matter if you're a little off-key, none of us are professional singers, having fun is most important!"
"And I bet it's your first time singing this song, right, Foreman Lynch? So you might as well try it properly?"
Foreman Chandler's suggestions were hard to resist.
In terms of language skills, Thea thought he was second only to Silas Cheney.
He must have learned from the best.
"Alright." Thea agreed with a smile.
