The next day I woke up but was feeling languished; yesterday was a hectic day with meeting after meeting to again convince everyone about my film career. The discussion was intense, but the climax was when Uncle Donald mentioned book art. It took all of my will to satisfy their worry; sometimes, I wonder if they worry too much or does it run in the family.
I am feeling tired because of it, but I have to visit the institute with Aunt Amelia. I have to learn so much in little time, but hopefully, I will have a cheat system to support me. I got up with Oscar standing outside the room as always. I feel that something was off about him yesterday, but I don't know how to approach the subject. It was always the other way around with me needing his help, but this time I had to help him or at least inquire about the situation.
"Oscar, Good morning. "I greeted him as always.
