It’s late. It’s around midnight. I just looked up the chords to a lullaby. I’m determined to be a good Aunt. I will master these damn children’s songs. I am in NO way a singer. But, I will hone my voice down to where I can not scare the child. This is just a one-take attempt at Twinkle Twinkle Little Star. It’s in probably the wrong key. I can’t sing. But, it’s the thought that counts.
And for any guitar nazis. Yes, my guitar is out of tune.
Really this is just my excuse to broadcast my chest in a sportsbra.