“And she is buying a stairway to heaven…,” he was lost in the song, croaking his drowsy voice along with the track, which he thought, precisely matched with that of the singer.
“Shut up bud. Sing to yourself. I am here trying to study and your cacophony is bugging me.”
He gave him a dirty look and continued his cackling.
“Seriously, I gifted you the CD so that you could listen to it and be dazzled by the brilliance of the track, not ruin it up.”
“It is Led Zeppelin. What do you reckon? I dance over it. Let me sing.”
*Written in response of Friday Fictioneers Writing Prompt.
*And here is the song for those who love it and for those who have never heard it-
*And my e-book (poetry collection) is available free of cost, download it from this link.