Ari could only stare at Carlos as if he were crazy.
What kind of nonsense was this?
In a couple of hours, they would be getting on the buses to drive to Las Vegas with all of their stuff to perform.
And now one of their main vocalists was telling him that he couldn't make it to the performance?
Was this some kind of sick joke?
Ari decided to give Carlos the benefit of the doubt and listen to his explanation first.
"Explain."
"So…" Carlos stopped speaking, his lips moving as if he wanted to say something, but couldn't get the words out.
"I'm listening. Go on."
"First of all, unclench your fist, mierda, I feel like you want to hit me." Carlos laughed lightly before sighing as he sat down, putting his motorcycle helmet off to the side.
"My parents have a thing, and I have to watch my siblings."
"A thing? A family emergency?"
"…Not really." Seeing that Carlos didn't want to elaborate, Ari immediately blurted out his first thought.
"Hire a babysitter."
