Subject: Ix gave her a nervous thumbs up.
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Posted on: 2016-05-23 16:46:52 UTC

"Nice job," she said, then gulped when she realized it was her turn. Slowly, feeling like she was being dragged before the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures, she climbed onto the stage and took the microphone in her shaking hands, biting out the name of the song to Valon.

Ix had to glance behind her to reassure herself that no, not everyone was staring at her, before turning back when the music started. She closed her eyes; she knew the words by heart as it was, and it was easier to pretend she was somewhere that wasn't crowded with upwards of thirty people.

"Struck by lightning, sounds pretty frightening

But you know the chances are so small

Stuck by a bee sting, nothing but a bee thing

Better chance you're gonna bite it at the mall

But it's a twenty-three four-to-one

That you can fall in love by the end of this song

So get up, get up

Tell the bookie put a bet on "not a damn thing will go wrong!""

She was grinning now; she must have lost track of all the times she had listened to this song, trying to take comfort in the words. Though she didn't begin dancing—impossible with her bad leg—she did start swaying in place slightly.

"The odds are that we will probably be alright

Odds are we're gonna be alright, odds are we're gonna be alright tonight

The odds are that we will probably be alright

Odds are we're gonna be alright, odds are we're gonna be alright for another night!"

By the time she reached the end of the song, her voice had lost its quaver of fear and she replaced the mic with a huge smile, turning to look at Marina. "I do okay?"

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