Phoebe's POV
The scattered, awkward applause that followed our duet felt like vindication. I watched the audience stare at Charlies and me as we stepped off stage, their faces unreadable, our performance seared into their minds like a bizarre nightmare.
They'd never witnessed campus royalty who cared so little about keeping up appearances.
Sure, Clearwater University's campus idols weren't real celebrities with actual influence, but the titles still came with perks - exclusive opportunities, elite internships, premium networking access. Things most students would kill for. But after that performance, we might've just torched those chances.
I spotted the guy who'd originally suggested Charlies and I perform. He was skulking off to a corner, practically folding in on himself with shame.
Poor bastard knew he'd messed up big time. The regret was written all over his face. He definitely should've kept his mouth shut.
