Disclaimer: Jonathan Crane belongs to DC Comics. He isn't mine . . . . . . . Yet.
Wake up in the morning' feeling like P. Diddy
Grab my glasses, I'm out the door, I'm gonna hit this city.
Before I leave, brush my teeth with a bottle of Jack
Cuz when I leave for the night, I ain't comin' back.
Becca groaned as the song from the hell began playing on the radio. She placed her bookmark in her book and got up to change the radio station. She changed it from KS 170.5 to 95.7.
Don't stop, make it pop
DJ blow my speakers up.
Tonight Imma fight till we see the sunlight.
Tik Tok on the clock, but the party don't stop.
Oh-oh-oh-ohh, oh-oh-oh-ohh.
Becca gritted her teeth and unplugged the radio. It kept playing. She took the batteries out. It kept playing.
"My radio's possessed," Becca grumbled. "Perfect." Soon she realized that she was still hearing the song from Hell from another part of the house. She tracked it to the room she and Jonathan shared. He was reclined on the bed, reading a book.
Becca crossed the room to the radio and unplugged it with more force than needed. Jonathan quirked an eyebrow at her behavior.
"They play that song WAY too much," Becca said before leaving the room.
Author's Note: It should be noted that Estrella (whom Becca is based on) absolutely hates Tik Tok.