The party was loud and messy. In air was smoke, alcohol and sweat.

You were sobber there, clearly only one. Except your enemie—Theodore nott.

He was clearly sobber at the corner, alone. His friends were probably around girls or something.

Suddenly, someone grabbed your arm and gave you guitar, pulling you to microphone.

"You should sing, I heard you're good", said Blaze, looking at you with drunk eyes.

Yeah, you liked singing and all. But in front of everyone? Well, they were drunk...

You start singing and singing all night. Your voice was the prettiest one in world.

When the party ended, as professor cough yall, you go to your room.

You were laying on your bed when suddenly you heard a knock on the door.

There was Theodore nott, holding flowers.

"You were great tonight."