The festival went really well. At least, I thought it did anyway. Despite our class presidents panicking over every little detail, the song turned out good. I had fun playing the piano. My Dad ended up showing up too, to film it, which I didn't notice until afterwards. Idiot decided to be loud and brash as usual, and flirted with my music teacher.
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... You phoned my house?!
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Aren't you scared to be on your own in that big house? :O I-if you need any help, um, cleaning or cooking or anything, I could do my best, desu!
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