She was not weightless.

Addy sang in the shower because it made her feel good. Finding out she had a cheating boyfriend and no place to live earlier that day had effectively put her down in the dumperoos. She scrubbed away her fears and drank a second beer as the radio played at two in the afternoon in her friend Shauna's bathroon. Her voice was good, not just shower good. The alcohol and assumed solitude really loosened up her vocal chords. She hadn't sung this loud since High school choral group. She only soloed once. It made her puke.

Addy turned off the water and grabbed a towel. She continued to sing until knocking at the apartment door frightened her. Addy slipped onto her ass. She didn't dare answer the door. She was too wet, buzzed, and embarassed.