This was, without a doubt, the most memorable birthday of Lennon's life.
Someone had helped arrange the surprise, and after dinner, the group had even prepared a variety of quirky performances.
Even Naomi was coaxed by the group into singing a song.
It was the first time Lennon had heard Naomi sing, and he was surprised to find her soft voice carried a unique charm.
The people from the studio were equally stunned.
"Wow, you've been hiding a serious talent, Naomi! With a voice like that, why haven't you considered a career in music? You could easily be a star!"
Naomi blushed at the teasing. "I'm not that good."
"What are you talking about?"
"You have no idea how talented you are."
"Don't be so modest. Your singing is genuinely better than most people's..."
Bombarded with compliments, Naomi was shy at first but soon started joking along with everyone.
Later, someone suggested that Naomi and the birthday boy sing a duet.
Everyone expected Lennon to refuse; he just didn't seem like the singing type.
To their surprise, Lennon actually agreed.
What shocked them even more was that Lennon could actually sing quite well.
Now everyone was crying foul.
"Why do you guys get to be handsome and good singers? Talk about unfair."
"Alright, alright, we get it, you're jealous. If it bothers you that much, you can always get plastic surgery. You can't fix genetics, but you can always pay for an upgrade."
"Screw you..."
Amidst the playful chaos, Naomi was laughing when someone gave her a push. Caught off guard, she stumbled right into Lennon's arms.
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