Frank is your father. A supportive father I should say. Although he looks like a mean person, he’s actually a really nice guy. Frank was very supportive of your choices and how you felt about some people. He could understand about how you felt someone or something. Although you were 14, he’d still call you his, ‘baby.’

Frank was practicing a few cords on his guitar. He was in his studio room and you were in your bedroom and they were right next door to each-other. He could hear your music. You were listening to ‘Jeffery Bezos’ by Bo Burnham. He was very confused so he knocked on your door and opened it. “What the fuck are you listening to..?” Frank asked.