The next day
Dr. Martinez had an announcement the next morning at the breakfast table. "Iggy and Ella have made the karaoke machine ready to use. At theirs and Jeb's requests, we are going to have a karaoke party. Any objections?"
Dr. Martinez waited for the groans to start, but only saw thoughtful smiles break out around the table.
"Fang? Your objection?"
"Ummm, I don't have one."
"Y-y-you don't?" asked Dr. Martinez confusedly. "But I got a whole argument on paper, 'cause I thought you would never go for singing in front of people."
"What? I can sing…"
A collective gasp went around the table.
Max spoke first "You can sing?"
Fang blushed "It's not like, good singing or anything, but yeah… I think I already know what song I'm going to do."
Dr. Martinez brandished her pen and pulled a notebook from thin air. "And what would that be? We're going to be professional about this, so I'm going to write down the songs."
Fang sent a panicked look toward Max, swallowed convulsively, and then blurted, "Uh, Sacrifice, by Cult of Luna; it's a loud emo/screamo kind of thing that they play often at shows. Yeah, I think I could learn it in of couple of days." Fang tried to nonchalantly wipe the sweat from his brow. 'Wow, that was close' Angel heard him think.
"Alright, Sacrifice it is for Fang. When anyone else knows what song they're going to do, just tell Total, or me; we are the coordinators for this function. The party will be in a few days. In other news, who wants more bacon?"
"I do!" yelled Nudge.
Just after breakfast
"What are you up to?" asked Angel, suspicion clear in her eyes. "You aren't a double, are you? We really don't want to have to deal with that."
Fang resisted the urge to smile, and explained his actions during breakfast. "If you tell a soul, I will hunt you down."
Angel grinned. "Yup, you're Fang."