Andre made it to the office, whispering lyrics. "I'm always working, slaving every day. Gotta get away from that same old same old. I need a chance just to get away..." He paused his music and addressed the woman behind the desk. "Morning, Lisa," he said. "So, what'd I do?"
"It's more what we need you to do," she answered. "Mr. Whitmore's expecting you. You too, Sam." Andre looked at the girl sitting down. She was... different from the prissy, girly-girl princesses here. He nodded in greeting and knocked on the principal's door.