A Song, a Dance, and a Routine

This song popped up on my boyfriend's iPod this morning as we were weaving in and out of the bathroom, getting ready for brunch. The piano intro drew me in.

"Who is this?" I asked, blending my foundation.

"Tori Amos," he replied, matter-of-factly, as he fixed his hair with his fingers, "I think it's from the Great Expectations soundtrack."

I knew that that was definitely not the case. Not only is Great Expectations one of my favorite films, I know the soundtrack backward and forward.

He casually glanced at his iPod. "Oh. Nope. It's Brooke Waggoner. Young Friend. Never heard of either."

"You must've confused it with Siren," I said, while applying powder to my face.

He edged over in the mirror. "We need his and hers sinks."