<🎧 Song Recommendation: drop dead by Olivia Rodrigo>
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Von read the message twice to make sure he wasn't seeing things.
"Hey, Aura. Leviathan just sent me a DM. He's asking if he can crash our channel for five minutes."
Aura stopped typing on her end. "Wait, Canadian rapper, Leviathan? Right now?"
"Yeah. You're a fan?" Von asked with a chuckle.
"Yess! I've always been. Let him in of course," she said.
Von gave her a teasing smile before dragging Leviathan's username into their private voice channel. A second later, a video request popped up. Von accepted it and a third video feed filled the center of his screen.
Leviathan looked exactly like a superstar who had nowhere to be. He was fair-skinned with a huge, perfectly trimmed beard. He was lounging in a massive leather chair inside a recording studio, wearing a lavish gold silk robe. On his head sat a black silk durag that almost looked like a shower cap, and he was casually chewing a piece of gum.
