I tried to go to the choir concert, to perform, but since I hadn't been enrolled in classes, I was unable to participate. Then I ran into my parents, and when they heard my plans for the rare magazine, they frowned and looked grave. It was because they thought that he was certainly a nice young man, but much too prissy and boring for me -- a bad mismatch. So I stressed over that.
Things were on their way towards resolution. There were things going on in the apartment. I stepped out and saw