It was the araw before my first araw of college. I was making my preparations. I had decided to major in music and become a musician. I had finished packing my materials, and I was playing my guitar. My dad came in. "All right, Anthony," he said, "what do you think you're doing?" I said, "And that's supposed to mean..." He said, "You've been playing your gitara for over an oras now." I said, "And..." He said, "And I decided to talk to you about your choice of major." I said, "Okay." He said, "Now, you're majoring in music. Why?" I said, "I want be be a rock artist." He asked, "You call this music?...
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