CHAPTER EIGHTY EIGHT – CALM IN THE MIDDLE OF CHAOS

The final day of the convention arrived far too quickly in Jasmine's opinion. After the insanity of the previous evenings' events, she woke feeling emotionally drained yet strangely invigorated. Hauling herself out of the hotel's tangled sheets, she couldn't resist grinning at the reminders of her spontaneous dive into utter chaos. Her voice was still rasping from the spirited - though admittedly quite terrible - rendition of "Don't Stop Believing" she had enthusiastically bellowed into the makeshift karaoke setup amidst raucous cheers and supportive howls from the lobby rager crowd. She'd allegedly "killed it" according to Beth, who had tears streaming down her cheeks by the final power ballad chorus thanks to helpless full-body laughter. And if the hoarseness wasn't proof enough, there was also the matter of her slightly ripped evening dress. At one point, overcome by the infectious spirit of the moment, she'd begun leaping around onstage with unbridled rock star intensity, on