Page 57 of Wylder and the Secret Rockstar
She started reading the results out loud as if that was what it would take to wrap her head around this. "Genetics aren’t only one thing that affects a person’s voice. There are many other factors like pollutants they're exposed to, how much they use their voice, medications." Her eyes scanned the list. "Vocal cords change, so it's nearly impossible for twins to have identical voices. It says it right there.”
She loaded the recording of Logan onto her computer and rubbed her eyes. "This is so strange." Opening up a song of Luke's with a similar pace to theirs, she played one and then the other, watching the modulation on the computer program. Then she played them at the same time.
Slowly, she shut her laptop and climbed from the bed. Her entire body shook with this new revelation, a revelation she didn't quite understand. She needed a second opinion.
Diego. He'd probably know of some program that could compare sounds. At least, she hoped he did.
Rushing from her room, she ran toward the stairwell, her bare feet slapping against the tile, and into the boys' hall. Without knocking, she barged into Diego's sitting room.
"I need your help."
"Mine?" Will looked up at her from where he sat on the floor, his legs stretched out in front of him.
"Um no." Wylder's brow furrowed. "What are you doing?"
Will's entire face flamed. "Just, uh... Well, Coach told me it would help and..." He sighed. "Don't make fun of me, Wylder."
Mission momentarily put on hold, she sat on the arm of the couch and grinned. "No promises. So, watcha doing?" She propped her chin on her hand.
Will flopped onto his back. "You know, there's such a thing as knocking?"
"Is it dirty? Is that why you don't want to tell me? Does Diego know you do dirty things in your common space?"
"No! Wylder, you're—"
"Beautiful? Intelligent? I mean, there are so many words that could describe me."
"Frustrating."
"Thank you."
"Wasn't a compliment."
She shrugged and stood. "Where is that adorable roommate of yours?"
"The library."
"Ah, so he didn't want to be around for your yoga?"
Will stared at her. "How did you—"
"I recognized the pose. I mean, I think my body would break if I tried to do yoga, but all of last year I was friends with a ballerina who insisted on it. What, are you ashamed? Dude, yoga is totally cool. And if it helps you at the hockey park—"
"Arena."
She gave him a knowing smile. Being friends with so many hockey players, she knew more about it than they realized, but she loved messing with them. "Anyway, whatever helps you improve, right?"
"Sure, Wylder."
"Gotta run." She bounced toward the door. "If Diego is hiding in the library, his boy toy will help me."
Killian lived only a few doors down, and she barged in, completely forgetting who his roommate was. She found Killian in a similar position to Will. "You too?"
He gave her a smile. "Not sure what "too" I'm a part of, but I'm a goalie, Wylds. I've been doing yoga since I was a kid."
She threw herself down on his couch, catching sight of Logan through his half-open bedroom door. A shirtless Logan. Was this heaven? Her eyes followed him, and when he disappeared from sight, she was more disappointed than she should have been. He reappeared with a shirt, and it really should have been a crime.
"Who else is doing yoga right now?" Killian looked from Logan's door to her, giving her a strange look.
