Chapter 3
I'm a genius... right?2 days have passed since the first day od school and my mother has been getting worse. It's expected since that day was coming but this year seemed to be worse compared to previous years. She had been throwing more tantrums and drunk more then ever,This additional burden gave no help whatsoever to the problem I had at hand. Yoongi that bastard.
After telling me I , day after day, he had been forcing me to play more songs for him but to no avail. He would just slam his laptop down in frustration and call it a day. I understand that it was partially my fault and I'm partly responsible for it but he doesn't have to be that harsh. He could have given some words of encouragement for his dear project partner but no, he decided to be a jackass about everything.
If you add both of these problems, you would end up with sleepless nights and dark eye bags that cannot be hidden no matter how much the foundation. That's what I'm experiencing currently. I could barely focus during lessons and have been sneaking a few naps here and there to make up for lost sleep and this unfortunately for me and fortunately for him, has led to me getting more punishment points from the oh so nice Mr. Kim. Talking about Mr. Kim, I should give a little background shouldn't I?
Mr. Kim, full name, Kim Seokjin, our most beloved music teacher of all history. No but in all seriousness, students who take his class, come out with straight As and offers to the Ivy league (I mean those who deserve it). Maybe that's why he hates me so much. I am one of the fe- no wait scratch that, the only student who actually failed his class. This brings down his overall class score average. It wouldn't be that bad if I have the money to bribe him to give me better grades but oh wait, I'm poor. Which gives him another reason to hate me because I don't provide him additional raise. Plus, he's quite close to the principal so that was why no one was complaining about the unfair treatment I'm receiving from him. I lead a sad life. But I don't accept sympathy thank you very much.
Anyways, enough of my rant, now I'm standing in front of my partner's studio and I am nervous. Where did all that confidence go? Where is the Saeri we all know and love? Well, sorry to burst your bubble because the Saeri you are currently seeing is the humane one who actually feels bad for placing all this burden on her producer. No. Wait. I should be strong. I cannot let him see me weak, it's against my principles.That's right. You guys can start cheering now, because sassy Saeri is back.
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