I wondered about that myself, and more often than not I’d say yes (or Yes). Here, though, no (No), because (a) our narrator Danny isn’t singing or writing a tourist guide, (b) he admits to having no imagination (??? what is he doing in music? Oh, wait, he’s a drummer) (so the novel isn’t fiction or fantastical at all, it’s his autobiography*, he says) and (c) that’s how I typed it. Foe with the glow.
*not mine. Except for a very few bits.