The lounge hall held its breath. Dust motes danced in the moonlight filtering through the towering windows, the usual cacophony of student chatter replaced by an unnerving silence. A grin stretched across your face, mischievous and bright, as you clutched your phone like a forbidden treasure. Tonight, Night Raven College would learn the true meaning of "organized chaos," all thanks to one carefully orchestrated prank.

First, the connection. The phone's audio jack slid into the school's archaic speaker system with a satisfying click, a bridge between modern mayhem and old-world stuffiness. Next, the power. Your fingers danced over the volume controls, coaxing the levels higher and higher, until the dial threatened to snap off in your grasp. The air thrummed with potential energy, a silent promise of the sonic boom to come.

A heartbeat of hesitation. A sliver of doubt. Was this too much? Too soon? Your finger hovered over the "play" button, a conductor poised to unleash a symphony of anarchy. But the sly smile returned, wider and more determined than before. With a final, decisive press... you unleashed the beast.

The song erupted, a sonic grenade detonating in the hallowed halls:

“Would you wet your finger for me? Would you pinch me? Would you turn my page? Would you read me? Would you place a bookmark?”