Allie was sick and tired of surpressing her voice... She knew that if she didn't sing full on soon she'd go nuts wanting to sing... She knew she couldn't sing in houses, buildings, pretty much anything with glass... She sighed walking to the moutain range. She walked at a high ridge and started to sing... first at normal voice and then working her way up to full blast opera... She saw a few boulders fall but she didn't care.... She sang anything she could remember from Beethoven to Tchaikosvey. She smiled loving every moment hitting the sweetest notes with ease...