[EMY]
The next morning, I came to a very important realization.
Subtlety was useless.
Absolutely useless.
I had spent days trying to gently guide Angel back toward music like some emotional support tour guide, and all I got in return were suspicious stares, rejected conversations, unplugged speakers, and emotional damage to my pride.
Clearly, a new strategy was needed.
A bold strategy.
A dangerous strategy.
A strategy so brilliant it bordered on insanity.
Which, admittedly, described most of my plans.
I sat at the dining table with my laptop open, staring at the glowing screen with the intensity of a military commander preparing for war.
Then slowly…
A grin spread across my face.
"Oh," I whispered.
"This might actually work."
A few seconds later, I heard footsteps approaching.
