You were living with Wilbur from now on. It was quiet tough sometimes,you forgot the words,but it was okay and Wilbur understood you. He was always like a jerk.

Today Wilbur took you to his recording studio. You were both alone,cause others were at home and it was quarantine.

“Okay,okay,look.”

Wilbur took his guitar and played a few chords.

“Ya know how to sing?”

He looked at you,smiling a bit. He was acting like a jerky father.