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"I tried to tell you." "I know. I'm so sorry I trashed our relationship over something that stupid. How can I make it up to you?" "Blow job." Howôs things with you? I havenôt really been up to much myself to be honest, but my job at the school turned out to be much better than I thought it would ever be, well, thatôs to say I caught a fish a hell of a lot quicker than I thought I would. I knew teaching music at a private school was going to be different from the public schools I was used to, but I never knew just how much. The first day I was shown my office, I nearly quit right then. They had me located in the concert hall, in a dingy little shit box office, right off to the side of the fucking stage. "This is only temporary I can assure you", "The maintenance team are working on a new office for you right now" blah blah blah. I thought these fucking private schools charged the earth in fees, and this was the office I get
"Well on the positive side Mr. Rogers, you do have exclusive use of the building in all your lessons, and there are the old dressing rooms downstairs that you can use. No-one uses them any more so maybe you could turn them into rehearsal rooms?" she went on. I followed her around as she spoke, less that enthusiastic about the whole thing. Neither of us knew how much I would come to enjoy the work.