To the Boss:
Since I’m deaf, I barely heard your Mom said to Madame Augustine something about you being a concert pianist. I was like, OMG, and jumping/giggling all inside because I knew you had more than meets the eyes/sticking out your tongue, err, ears/hearing your speedy fingers tickling the keyboard. Aaahhh! Love it!
It’s interesting how your Mom engaged in conversation with the big woman, whom I’m glad acted as buffer between Mom and moi. I really don’t care if Mom talks to me or not. Because I’m NOT talkative and prefer my privacy, which was why I clammed up during our first luncheon together. I don’t know you Filipinos!
At least Anton can help accompany the singers. He looks too young. Eh. (Yawn). I was burning out from worry like your Mom over the coverage. Y’all messed with the wrong person. Even the guitarist was nervous but relieved. He’s a good sport, though. Hehe!
I was so f##king relieved that you showed up! How dare you (slap) show up late! You caught me in action, trying to warm up my fingers, practicing with the guitarist, thinking both you and your Mom bailed on us! Ugh! Y’all need to be spanked/punished.
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