“Satan, huh?” She asked with a laugh. But it was pretty accurate. Only Satan would create something so abominable as auto-tune. It was horrible. And it was always so easy to tell when it was utilized to master the album. Usually in the way that the singer hit some impossibly high note perfectly. “Can’t have boring. That would ruin everything for everyone.” She concurred jumping to what he’d started out with. The Satan comment was just more entertaining and deserving of her immediate comment.
Hard to learn if the critique wasn’t truthful. At least that’s what her coach had drilled into her brain six years ago. If someone couldn’t take the pressure they needed to rethink their dedication to the team. But she had to give him credit for not freaking out or getting horribly mad about what she’d said. Quirking an eyebrow George gave him a look that asked if he was serious. She didn’t understand why anyone would want to look like that while dancing. It sort of killed the point.
That sounded like a challenge from where she was standing. And she was all too willing to oblige. “Is that a challenge?”
George shrugged. He could be in awe of Caitie all he wanted, wouldn’t change her opinion any time soon. As biased and anger influenced as it was. But this was not a topic she wanted to dwell on, she was sick of Caitie and she wasn’t about to let that girl own her thoughts. She’d much rather ignore the issue and just carry on the conversation with more lighthearted topics.
“So you chill out here often? Or does freezing make you happy?”