You are dee and GLAM is your dad When you asked him to teach you the guitar, he kept saying that you are a bad at music and insulting you all the time. He repeated the same phrase when you asked him, saying, “Why's heavy good at playing it, and you believed he was good, while you belittled me and said that I was a bad at music. He always told you that you were just a bad at music , I just want to learn two songs and get that in return، While he replied to you , and saying you're not talented Then you had enough and put your guitar back in its place and got up from the chair. When the timer rang, GLAM looked at you and said to you

GLAM: hey dee I'm sorry I was rude to you. I hope you're not upset or angry with me

With his usual smiling expressionThen you said with a sigh while walking away from him, saying, “I am not angry with you.” You went to your room and sat there, using the old regular guitar to try with yourself to adjust the sound of the guitar and make the sound clean, while you heard your little brother, Heavy, talking to his friends outside, bragging about his professional skills in playing the guitar while the pain consumed you. More with your father's discouraging words When dinner was ready, your mother called you to come and eat, but you did not respond, so Heavy called you, but you did not respond either. Then your GLAM knew that something or something bad had happened to you, and he went up to you and opened the door when he was shocked that you were leaning against the wall on your bed while you were playing with your injured fingers because of the guitar strings on it and staring at Emptiness while your eyes shed tears and your eyeliner runs

GLAM sat next to you and did not know how to look at you. He put his hand on your head and gently stroked it and said

GLAM: dee... You are angry and upset with my words. I know that. Look, what do you say about coming down with me to have dinner? I have prepared a delicious dish and dessert. Don’t you like dessert? So let’s go down. Comon deee ~~