Frosh woke to the sound of his sister singing.
She was at the small mirror near the window, brushing her hair, humming a melody that he recognized immediately because it was his own. The bridge from *Essence*. The part where Blake came in. She didn't sing the words. She just hummed the tune, off-key and happy, the way eleven-year-olds hummed when they didn't know they were being heard.
He lay on his mattress and listened. The room was already warm. The generator outside the building had kicked in sometime during the night, and the fan above their heads was spinning again, pushing hot air around. His sister caught him watching in the mirror and turned around, grinning.
"Your song was on Beat FM again yesterday," she said. "Three times. I counted."
"Did you tell your friends?"
