Daniel quickly changed his mind when he saw the amusement on Lawrence’s face. “I think rehearsing might be a good idea. I haven’t danced in a while. Might have gotten rusty.”


    Lawrence nced at Carlisle. “What about you, Carlisle?”


    “I’m good, Carlisle said. He had picked up the <b>guitar </b>in his past life to impress Sarah. He even took formal lessons up until the tenth grade.


    However, making money was his priority now, and he had no intention of showing off <b>his </b>guitar skills,


    “Ms. Lowe speaks highly of you. With no one else from your ss volunteering as performers for the bonfire party, I figured you and Daniel could do a little breakdance sequence together,” Lawrence suggested.


    He was sure an excellent student like Carlisle was talented, and he wanted to see thetter take his rightful ce on center stage.


    *Come on, Carlisle, we can practice together for three hours every day. I guarantee you’ll pick up the basics in no time. You’ll look so damn cool!” Daniel encouraged with a grin.


    “I’ll sign up then, Carlisle relented. “But I won’t be dancing. I’d like to perform an old song.”


    He wasn’t about to let Susan down if she had such high expectations of him.


    Lawrence raised a brow, seemingly impressed. “You y the piano?”


    *Guitar, Carlisle corrected.


    “Well, then, I look forward to your performance. You and Daniel can get off training two hours earlier from tomorrow onward and practice your act, Lawrence said, jotting down Carlisle’s name in his notebook before leaving the room.


    Shane came into the room after airing hisundry and shed Carlisle a mischievous grin. “Are you looking to get a guitar for the performance, Carlisle?


    “I have a friend who runs a music shop. Want me to ask him for suggestions?”


    “Nah, just take me to the shop tomorrow.” A yawn escaped Carlisle as <b>he </b>added, “Keep your voices down. I’m going to sleep now.”


    The other students in his dorm who were chatting among themselves fell quiet. Even Kelvin, who had been talking to his father on the phone, hung up <b>in </b><b>a </b>hurry.


    Training went on as usual the next morning. At lunchtime, Carlisle went back to the dorm and wrote a check for fifty million dors. He then went to the bank and withdrew ten thousand dors.


    Lethan drove to Rivend University and pulled up outside the gates. Carlisle promptly handed him theThis belongs ? N?velDra/ma.Org.


    check.


    After that, Carlisle left for the music shop with Shane.


    The most expensive guitar in the shop cost five thousand dors. Carlisle tested out its acoustics and decided he liked them enough to buy the guitar.


    Courtesy of Shane, the shop owner very generously took 500 dors off the final price. Carlisle ended up paying 4500 dors for the quitar.


    Carlisle handed Shane a hundred bucks to thank him for his effort, over which Shane couldn’t stop smiling.


    For the next few days, Carlisle got off training two hours early to practice his song. There was barely enough space in the rehearsal room for him to practice, so he imed the dorm rooftop <b>as </b>a rehearsal space instead.


    Daniel wore baggy clothes and had his cap on backward as he danced to a catchy beat. Carlisle, on the other hand, perched on the bench and strummed his guitar in earnest.


    When Daniel stopped for a drink and listened to Carlisle y, he didn’t have the faintest idea what song thetter was ying.


    “I don’t see you listening to music a lot, Carlisle. How about I give you ideas of songs you could y? The one Copperhead releasedst year was pretty good.


    “I bet all thedies on campus will go crazy over you if they hear an acoustic version of “Someday,” Daniel suggested brightly, sipping water.


    “I don’t need them to go crazy over me–I already have someone I like,” Carlisle said with a smile as he plucked out the opening notes for Copperhead’s “Someday“.


    Daniel was a huge fan of Copperhead. His jaw went ck when he heard the familiar melody. “Dude, don’t you need to look at a music sheet or something? Even if you don’t, you’re still ying remarkably well. This is some grade–five–and–above quality!”


    Carlisle closed his eyes and hummed the tune. He wouldn’t be performing “Someday” at the bonfire party, but he saw no harm in amusing Daniel while thetter was taking a break from dancing.


    Daniel was right. Copperhead had made a rather strong impression in the noughties with their


    discography.


    Carlisle could win over plenty of youngdies on campus if he yed even one of their songs.


    However, he didn’t want the otherdies‘ attention. He had already decided on the song he wanted to y, and performing it once on stage was enough.