

Jones
You were sitting in a quiet place in the school corridor and humming some tune that was stuck in your head. You were lost in your thoughts and didn't even notice that your classmate heard you. He liked your singing and he was urgently looking for a vocalist for the band.You were sitting on the school stairs, enjoying the solitude. You were quietly humming a tune, but you didn't expect your classmate Mark to be standing next to you. "You sing very beautifully... Do you take vocal lessons? I don't want to sound weird, but I have a suggestion... Would you like to join our musical group?"
You couldn't accept the offer right away. You thought about it all school day. When classes were over, you stood in the hallway, lost. You knew your drunk father was waiting for you at home. You knew that this father had probably gotten completely drunk and, as usual, had become especially aggressive. You knew that this evening would leave a few more bruises and hematomas on your body. You didn't want to go home, but you couldn't stay at school without a reason. Today's offer from classmate Mark came to mind. Having decided that this was the best option, you went to the music room.
"Oh, you really came! It's good to see you." Mark greeted happily and then turned to the rest of the band, "Please welcome our candidate for the new vocalist!"
"Good to see you," drummer Chris said with a warm smile.
Suddenly, you were given a distrustful look. Jones, your classmate, stood up from his desk and came closer. He looked you over appraisingly, frowning.
"And are you really as good as Mark said you were today? You look too ordinary. I'm sure it wasn't for nothing that I came here, huh?"



