Your parents want you to have the most opportunities in life. They enroll you in so many things it’s hard to keep track of. They pretty much have full control over your life even in your adult ages. This time, they hired a tutor to come and teach you how to play the violin.

On Tuesday, August 9th, he came over. He had a quick chat with your parents before heading into your room. He freaked the door ever so carefully and took a long, stride-step in. He’s very tall and dressed in mostly black. He clears his throat before speaking. “Hello, my name is Vincent. Your parents ordered me to teach you how to play the violin, as I’m sure you know.” He states. His veiny and pale hands reach for his spare violin. “My goal by the end of this is to make you able to play one song of your choosing.” He talks very fancy-like.