Our break ended swiftly, and by the time we got back to the academy, I dragged my half-dead body straight to my bed. Macaron followed closely behind and immediately face-planted onto my pillow like a fallen soldier, wings splayed out dramatically.
My body screamed sleep, but my brain? Oh no. My brain decided now was the perfect time to replay last night like a cursed highlight reel.
The karaoke room.
I covered my face with a pillow and groaned.
Last night should've been simple. Eat. Sit. Listen. Sleep. That was the plan. A perfect plan. Unfortunately, my friends existed.
I had been peacefully sipping my iced tea, watching them scream-sing like their lives depended on it. Honestly? It was fun. Edge refusing to sing like the microphone was a loaded weapon. Angela actually being good. Christian going way too hard. Rex thinking volume equaled talent.
I was content just being an audience member.
Then disaster struck.
