You are suddenly too busy being Jairo. Again. Oh god when will it stop.
You stare at your MUSICALLY-DECORATED LIVINGROOM. It's like a passive agressive dare from your mother. Fucking bitch. You've always wanted to play a MUSICAL INSTRUMENT, but you're simply incredibly bad at it.
And you think she reminds you that everytime you fucking step on your LIVINGROOM. With all those damn music posters.
Oh look someone is calling you. He's shiningSpark [SS].