Third person's POV
By the time evening came, everyone could barely contain their excitement. The living room became the center of it all, wide and open with the glass walls reflecting flashes of colored LED lights that Quince had somehow already figured out how to control, cycling through deep purples, electric blues, and warm reds that bounced off the surfaces and made everything feel just slightly unreal. The music blasted through the speakers loud enough to feel in the chest, the bass vibrating through the wooden floors as Nathaniel stood near the console like he had been born for this exact moment.
“This playlist is elite, I just want that on record,” he announced, scrolling dramatically through tracks before switching to another song with a flourish that earned immediate reactions.
