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Morning brought an aching neck and a slew of notifications on my phone. I must have slept in a weird position last night, but I had to hold off on taking some painkillers or using a heat pack while I checked my messages.
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I was grinning like an idiot after my small conversation with Clay. Although I did feel a teensy bit bad for making him upset, the thrill that I got from teasing him definitely made up for it.
Along with the message from Dream, I found the group chat active and discussing the concert situation for round four. Apparently, this round was going to introduce the sort of format that the end-game competition would be having, with a much shorter time period and our sets restricted to just one song to be judged on.
