Like most people have been saying lately, 2017 sucked for me, too.
On the average Sunday afternoon, my sister Caira and I obnoxiously sing and dance in the car to Liam Payne’s “Strip That Down” blasting on Z100. We have a choreographed set of dance moves that we perform while sitting down — sometimes in unison, other times we do the opposite of each other. On the rare occasion that I don’t sound terrible, she’ll tell me that I successfully sang a harmony. But most of the time, she gives me a weird look and tells me I’m singing off-key.