"Baby, there ain't no mountain high enough!" I sing at the top of my lungs, leaning back and kicking my legs up like a rockstar. Tori is recording me on her phone beside me, struggling to contain her laughter. I turn to her camera, blowing a kiss to it before mimicking playing a guitar.
"Ain't no valley low enough! Ain't no river wide enough. . . to keep me from getting to you babe!"
I throw my head forward and my dark hair flies around messily in front of my face. Beside me, Tori ends the video and laughs loudly, clutching her stomach.
"You almost head butted the seat in front of you," she giggles, wiping tears from the corner of her eye. I grin widely at her and take a glance at my parents in the front who look mortified. Dad has a permanent frown on his face and Mum is wearing black sunglasses that cover her entire face.