"And here I stand!"
"And here I'll stay!"
A ghastly wail, part ghost-cry and part dragon-howl, echoed from the office.
Ever since he wrote down the main melody for "Let It Go," the song had been playing on a constant loop in Zog's head.
He couldn't block it out no matter what he did.
This happened often. The memory of that desperate Level Six exam afternoon—anxious, unable to understand the reading comprehension questions, and haunted by phantom earworms—was still fresh in his mind.
The more anxious he got, the louder the singing in his head became.
But it didn't matter now. He just decided to sing along.
It was already after working hours, so he wouldn't be bothering anyone. Such a considerate dragon.
Zog was still in his office because he was waiting for the Zor Band to send over the fully arranged version of the song.
A small item transportation array was set up in the office.
"Let it go—"
'Huh! A new post from Furin?'
