"Do you mind?" my sister angrily asks me after I stand in front of the tv. She's watching some shitty thing about this musician she likes. I think his name is Austin Moon.
I dramatically put my hands on my hips. "Yeah, I do. I don't want to listen to this garbage, turn it off." She refuses so I turn her into a bird and open the window.
I will never tell her I listen to his band every night. I'm just too cool. And quirky. I do a peace sign.