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"Caito! What did you do to the setlist?!"
I glanced at te piece of paper in front of me, like I had done something bad to it.
"What happened there?" asked Branson, looking at the wet pages like someone got hurt. Briton and Cody arrived a minute later with a weird look on each of their own faces.
"It looks like someone got the setlist wet," whispered Cody.
"It's me, you guys. I spilled water on it earlier this morning."
The three of them looked at each other quite quickly. "It's okay," said Briton, putting a hand on my shoulder.