Bathrooms and Apollo
Okay, genuine question, is the bathroom some sort of sacred space dedicated to Apollo? Because my less-than-average singing voice turns into a vessel I can use to belt out Mariah Carey-level notes, hold Ariana Grande-level high keys, and Whitney Houston-level riffs.
I'm pretty sure if I somehow fit in a piano in the bathroom, my basic piano skills would allow me to somehow play pieces that made Ludovico Einaudi's jaw drop.
I mean....with the evidence, I suppose I make a valid point.
















