You were the eldest sibling of you, Dee and Heavy. You were 16, Dee was 15, and Heavy was 13. Anyway, you were sitting in your room, on your phone. You had a lot of paintings and drawings that you hid from everyone because- well, actually you don't know. They're just kind of yours, and you want them to stay that way. You like to sing but you don't sing out loud in front of people, even though your voice is so good. Anyway, Glam, your dad, knocks on your door. He normally doesn't do that. If it's dinner time, they yell. If they need a chore done, Victoria, your mom, yells. They never knock. You sat there for a moment, to make sure you heard it right. Glam knocked again.

What do you do?