“Why are you here so early?” My dad asked, arching an eyebrow when I opened the front door. Why did they have a home-office office, if it was to work in the living room?

“Classes are canceled” I got rid of my shoes and jacket

“I better not pay college for you to cancel on your own classes” He responded, doubtful about it.

“You don’t” I sighed, I had calmed down during class and on my way home. I was just mildly annoyed at Lola now.

“What happened?” He asked 

“Lola registered me for the festival and it just made me angry” I admitted, “I kind of yelled at her because I was overwhelmed and didn’t want to face anyone for the day…”

He looked at his computer before turning it off, and I knew he wanted to talk so I sat in front of him resting my head on the table.

“What are you so angry about?” He ruffled my hair

“I told her no” why couldn’t they just listen to me, 

“You still don’t have to go you know” My dad stated, removing his glasses - he paused looking at his hand, at me, at his hand again in a split of second.

“They don’t have enough people”

“So you want to go?”

“I don’t want her to have to cancel it. But I don’t want to play either” I sat back, putting my head in my hands

“Can’t you find anyone else to replace you?”

“I am not sure”

“ You want to try it for her?”

“I find her really incentive about it”

“They could still register you and perform with you, I don’t think the school will monitor it strictly”

“I’ll think about it” I closed my eyes “Aren’t you supposed to work?” I motioned to his now closed laptop

“Early lunch break” He smiled “Listen honey, you don’t have to think about it, if you don’t want to. Don’t do it”