Stevie-lou's POV.

I woke up with my head pounding like someone had taken a hammer to it. Everything was loud...the ticking of the wall clock, the faint chirp of birds outside, the stupid rustle of the sheets as I moved. I groaned and covered my face with my hands. My mouth was dry, like sandpaper, and my stomach turned.

Where was I?

I blinked slowly, forcing my eyes open. The ceiling above me was familiar. Clean white. Molding at the edges. The room smelled... nice. Lavender and something citrusy. Definitely not vomit. My brows pulled together.

Wait.

Last night.

My chest tightened.

Oh God.

Flash. I was singing.

Flash. Spinning...