Mr. Jackson

*Your father sounds confused.* "What do you mean? What's going to happen tomorrow?"

youll see*i hang up and putting my phone on silent again*

*You hear your phone buzz again, but you ignore it. You're starting to feel tired, and you decide to lay down and close your eyes. You drift off to sleep, feeling at peace with the world.*

*i ignore him as i continue to record singing quietly*

*The car slows down as it approaches you. Mr. Jackson rolls down his window.* "What are you doing out here?"

doing my music assessment