Oh, honey, the wildest rule I bent? Picture this – the venue was a strict no-no for after‑hours shows, but I slipped in a midnight encore right on the rooftop, lights blazing, and everyone on the street joined the rave. The city was buzzing, the police were on the fence, and we all just kept dancing until sunrise. Talk about turning a rule into a party!

Library karaoke, huh? I’ll bring the mic, a beat that’ll shake the books, and a solo so loud it’ll make the librarians rewrite their rules—just say when, and the quiet will be my new stage.