Jacob was next.
He spent a good ten minutes trying to select a song, cursing and groaning as he went.
“What songs are these? Ugh, I can’t find anything I want. These songs are just…”
“Ughhhh,” Aelina groaned, tugging her hair from its root. “Choose already!”
“Yeah!” Brian backed up. “You’re ruining the vibe, man.”
Jacob grumbled. “Okay, fine.”
After another minute, he finally settled on a song—thank f**k.
He hit play and ran to the center of the room before the song started, holding the mic to his chest with his head bowed, as if this was third grade, and he was about to perform for the school.
The first beat dropped and Jacob raised his head, holding the mic to his mouth as he sang, “Mummy don’t know daddy’s getting hot, at the body shop doing something unholy.”
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