Well, what are you gonna do? Sit here and expect opportunity to knock on your door? Don't give me some poor excuse that it's for your "music project". What happened to your productivity? Your computer science major? YOUR LIFE?!
I can't believe you're still talking. Just shut up already.
I really hate mobile games, but maybe if I act like I'm busy playing a game she might leave me alone.
HELLO? AM I TALKING TO A CORPSE OR MY SON?!
Please wait for your music to load. Touch the face to play free games!
Ugh, I'm going out for a bit since you won't talk to me. By the way, your ex is here to see you. I'm sure you'd like to talk to her, wouldn't you?
Our story starts with a young second-year college lad named Gibson; who, like many his age, is being lectured by his mother for how much of a lazy bum he is. How this came to be is explained by this: Gibson was passionate to live his career as a musical engineer and composer, however, the salary of fifteen-thousand ninety dollars he receives and his lack of recognition amongst competitive free-lance composers hasn't given him much to live off from ("Summary"). He's lost his passion and it has made him unmotivated to continue his job so he's been living with his mother to figure out what he should do; which, he's done nothing.
Oh god oh god what am going to say? oh god oh god oh god oh my god oh god oh god, wait, what's her name?
Yo, what's poppin'... erm, you?
In fact, the only thing he's done is analyze his music; which, is good for practicing music composure. The catch here is Gibson often falls prey to the distraction of his phone and only listens to music for entertainment purposes. This motive pales in comparison to other musical assets like theory or composition if someone like Gibson wants to get a masters degree in both areas. It would be much easier if Gibson got a bachelor's in choir, however that doesn't interest him too much ("Music Directors"). Instead, he revels in his own world thinking about what makes him depressed and chooses to excludes himself from the world.
I'm an idiot for coming down here.
Hey, when was the last time I showered?
Are lobsters on sale tomorrow?
Ah, that's ashame. I actually read up an article recently called "Musical Burnout" about the pyschological burnouts of musicians stating that "high levels of emotion exhaustion, mediocre levels of depersonalization and accoplisments" are often factors of this (Teasley).
Wow, I'm really bad at this
I've been trying to get my name in my music career and it hasn't been working too well. Most people just say that it'll get better if you keep moving forward, but I find that to be very difficult as of now.
I'm really hungry
Don't worry, I'm sure you'll come around at some point!
Gibson suddens listens to his mother upon her word of "ex". He rarely gets any visitors these days, especially when they're his ex. Naturally, he gets out of his bedroom to greet the lady he loved long ago. Unfortunately for Gibson he's unable to recall which ex-lover it is and what her name is. Maybe it's due to amnesia or willful forgetness? Who knows. Regardless, Gibson tries to reenergize himself as he walks downstairs.
Sorry, I just wish things were better.
As Gibson's mind struggles to find the words to speak to her, his body places him before he realizes it in the living room where his ex-awaits. The beautiful blonde gal he once loved has come to check up on him to see how he's doing after their high school years. Gibson tries to act cool by using slangs he used during high school but fails to say the girl's name. It seems she didn't realize his mishap, so Gibson readies himself for a conversation, even though he doesn't feel ready at all.
I'm going to die
They talk about the lives they've gone off to as college students, in which Gibson mentions the stagnation of his music career. The girl tries to comfort him with optimism, something Gibson is terrible with, and it seems like Gibson is enjoying this conversation. Although that can be said on the outside, internally Gibson is encumbered by many thoughts of pessimism and other off-topic ones.
Gibson pauses the conversation and allows his pessimistic thoughts to seep in. He lets out a sigh of stress and clasps his hands on his face. The girl acknowledges his stressfulness and continues to comfort him.