Chapter 20

Jamie throws down his fork with a clatter. “This is all your fault, Mark.”

“Me?” Mark gawks in surprise. “You guys didn’t have to come.”

No one bothers to respond to that.

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The band has a full day of sightseeing and shopping scheduled, downtime Thad had been looking forward to but now, thanks to Mark, he’s stuck in the lounge on their floor writing a stupid essay. He lays on his stomach on the only sofa in the lounge, an open notebook in front of him. It’s been two hours and he’s only managed to write one line at the top of the otherwise blank page. It reads, Going to the pub instead of the symphony was a bad idea.