“Is Kamila Isabela Morales here?” a deep voice asks.
“Um, yes?” Em turns to me with wide eyes. “Kamila, it’s for you.”
Shit. I finish typing the paragraph I was in the middle of and saunter to the door.
Once there, I come face to face with a group of four guys wearing red hats and white suit jackets with vertical red stripes, who look slightly familiar. I’m not sure what to say about this, but apparently, I don’t have time to respond at all because one of them starts talking.
“Hi there, this is a message from Cameron Kahlo. We hope you enjoy it.”
One of them blows on a harmonica and I instantly recognize them.
My mouth falls open in horror.
The acapella group on campus dressed as a barbershop quartet.
“Oh. My. God,” Emma says, still standing close behind me.
My thoughts exactly.
Once they start singing, other students come out of their rooms to watch.
Cameron is a fuck up who feels extremely ashamed
And he wanted to make sure that it was properly proclaimed
Now, Kamila he knows you’re way out of his league
But he does still hope that you’re mildly intrigued
Even though he’s an idiot and he’s very well aware
He has tried to make up for it with extraordinary flair
We are coming to the end of this expression of regret
All Cameron can do now is hope that you’ll forgive and forget
And now he’s panicking, running out of words to rhyme
So he’s letting us come up with the very last two lines
Unfortunately, us four guys do not know the whole sad story
But secretly we hope that one day you’ll accept his sorry
Laughs and chatter come from down the hallway while the guys finish the song, hand me a card, and walk away.
“Thank you?” I say too stunned for any other words.
Emma quickly shuts the door and looks at me wide-eyed.
“Permission to laugh?” She attempts to hide her smile and fails.
After a long exhale, I can’t help but give in. “Permission granted.”
We both burst out practically roaring until tears are streaming down our faces. Once again, Cam has made me topple over during the most stressful time of any college student's life.
“A barbershop quartet,” Em wheezes.
