Fred woke up at noon. He thought of getting out of bed and opening the curtains but he felt he did not need the light hurting his eyes. He instead took his phone and loaded an adult website and moved his hands below the sheets.
Saying his room looked like a pigsty would give pigs a bad name. There was a pile of clothes on one corner, another pile of empty pizza boxes on another and yet on another corner was a pile of bottles of alcohol. His piano stood sentry in the middle of his bedroom. He had put it there as a reminder that he needed to practice his music but God knew he had not touched it in weeks.
His door was knocked, slightly. It was his mother.
"Fred, Fred are you awake?"
"Yes."
"Are you eating breakfast?"
"I'm coming."
He got out of bed, a patch of liquid circled on his boxers took a blue trouser from the pile of clothes and wore it. He found a light green t-shirt in the rubble and put it on.
"How is music practice going?"
"It's going great mom but I told you I need classes to get better," he said. Amid sipping mango juice and breaking a sausage in half to throw it in his mouth.
"You know your father won't hear any of that. He knows you're doing finance, he expects you to inherit him."
"Screw dad," he murmured.
"I have gotten a hold of some cash, here." She gave him a wad of fifty thousand bob. "Go and pay for the classes you told me about. I will give you the rest next semester.
He took the cash his face smiling. He knew the first thing he would do with it and it wouldn't be to pay fees for his music classes.
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