I briskly said goodbye to Chris (my cousin) and went back in a rage. I forcefully pushed open the doors and stormed into the room. Everyone turned around to look at me. I was filled with such anger that I couldn't even look them in the eye. "I QUIT!" I yelled. I had always been superstitious about listening to my songs because everyone told me it was bad luck but now I know the truth. "Please don't leave, your our best singer, you have a perfect Pitch," they pleaded. "Who needs a perfect Pitch when you can just edit, I'm leaving and you can't stop me," I replied.
As I sat at home I contemplated my future. I went to sit at the piano and started to sing Molly Malone. It was the first song my parents had taught me. I was young back then but I still don't understand why as soon as I started to sing they fell into a deep sleep and never woke up; almost as if I sent them into a coma. Even now, they haven't awoken. I wonder what I did to them.