The last thing I expected to see when I woke up was....
Luke Dawson, Jake Dawson, Austin Taylor, Chioma Dozie, Bianca Rodriguez and Chad. Or should I say, Roland Chadwick the Third.
Foncy.
And yet there they were, bizarrely dressed in matching colors as if they were auditioning for a 1990s pop band – in navy blue, white, black and gray. "Hello?" I croaked. "Hello? It's me..." Austin sang, wildly out of tune but points for Adele style emotion.
Meanwhile Chad went retro with: "Hello darkness my old friend..."
Luke smacked them both and looked guiltily down at me. He knew I didn't want to get involved with his mayhem anymore. The boys straightened up and tried to behave. They stood stiffly with their hands clasped behind their backs like school children.
"Can we focus back on me for a s
