Okay so for the chorus it would be 15+1.8y
For band it would be 30+2y
Watermelons and pineapples seem quite different when you first think about them and some factors do, but they are similar in many different ways. First, they are both fruits and they both contain juice which makes them the perfect thing to put in smoothies or on top of desserts. Secondly, they both have an ‘outer shell’ of sorts that helps protect the inside. Both have bright colors on the inside and darker colors on the outside. Additionally, both are refreshing and could help people cool down in the heat.
Many things make the two fruits different too. A watermelon covering is smooth and bright shades of green and the inside is a dark pale shade of pink, while a pineapple’s covering is a brown color, and it is rough and pointed in places and has a bright yellow interior. Watermelon is also heavier than a pineapple is, and it is cut in a separate way than a pineapple would be cut. While watermelons naturally have seeds in them, pineapples do not have seeds unless they are grown next to each other. Pineapple contains more Vitamin C than watermelons, but watermelon contains more Vitamin A. Watermelons are also messier because they contain more juice.
I hope this helps you.
It is 203 words. (I believe, you may want to double-check it)
I did not look up anything other than the Vitamin A and C facts, so I aplogize if it needs to be more detailed.
Answer:
B) The rain rushed like a river down the tent's sides, and we heard a lovely song from a wren in a tree.
Explanation:
The sentence that would add a vivid description to the narration is that the " the rain rushed like a river down the tent's sides, and we heard a lovely song from a wren in a tree."
Vivid words are very descriptive and they provide a detailed insight into a narration. They are used to represent lucid and chimerical details in a better way.
We can see that the second option provides us with a depth of narration from all the elements used.
The rush of the river and the description of the song type by the specific bird in the tree furnishes our imagination with details of this trip event.
Her eyes darker than the night it self and her voice is like the soft wind during an eclipse.
When my head rest of her chest my mind just goes away and my problems are not the big monster that they always are. She is my peaceful rest.
She looks over me like the moon that never stop following me does. She looks at me like im her most precious possession.
While i look at her like she is my endless night sky.
I hope this helps
