"Who invited that moron?" Jessie questioned, jerking a thumb at Tracey.
"I've never seen him before," Ryoko mused. "Who is he?"
"Tracey," I told her. "Really obsessed with drawing."
My point was proved, as Tracey skittered over to our table and asked me, "I heard you had an Umbreon! Would ya mind if I drew a picture of it?"
I sighed. Even though I like Tracey... okay, I admit it, I think if he's a sexy mamma, but I had to play the 'I hate all the twerps' part. Still, we was SO cute... "Well... fine. Knock yourself out."
Tracey started to scribble furiously on his little piece of paper that he always kept handy. Suddenly, the lead snapped in half.
"Aah!" he yelped. His lower lip quivered. "I didn't bring a sharpener..."
"No biggie," I said. "There's always next time. It's not the end of the world-"
Tracey wasn't listening. He stormed onto the Karaoke Stage, yanked the mic away from a little Animé kid, and called out. "C-can I have everyone's attention? P-please?"
All eyes turned to him. He pushed a button on the Karaoke machine. In seconds I heard a familiar tune bubble forth.
Haley and I looked at each other. "Nine Inch Nails?"
Oh yeah. This was gonna be scary.