Thick Of It [5]

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"WHERE'S MY CROWN-"

Amon stood silently with closed eyes and walked over to Michael, switching off the microphone.

"Hey, what gives!?" Michael questioned but Amon silently pushed his shoulder with closed eyes, looking down.

"Get out bro. Quick."

"Huh?"

Amon gave him another slow push.

"Get out. Get out, please." Amon repeated.

"What's wrong? It wasn't bad…"

"Nah bro, please get out." Amon didn't look at him.

Michael looked to his other friends who also averted their eyes with expressions that made it seem like they had their soul sucked out of them.

Amon opened the door, walking out Michael.

"What's wrong with my favorite song?" Michael asked but Amon finally spoke up.

"Literally everything is wrong with that song! It makes every inch of my being physically cringe." He said with bloodshot eyes.

Michael looked violated.

"B-but-"