As the five people left the building, the train ride to the usual karaoke place where they had been working on making a song for Ari's project was deathly quiet.
Partly because everyone was exhausted after a long day of filming and performing, and partly because there was a sense of tension between two people in particular.
Levi took one glance between Ari, who was aggressively typing on his cellphone while grumbling in French, Vishal, who looked like he was being forced to come along, Jamie, who was chattering at Ari without a care in the world, and Carlos, who kept staring back and forth with a concerned face, before turning his headphones up.
Whatever was going on there had nothing to do with him.
He was just being dragged along to make a French song for some reason.
Actually, why was he still helping to make the song that had nothing to do with him?
He would rather be sleeping.
