I played my music box Frida got me.
The girl in the music box was beautiful.Frida came in.
Come here sit on the bed with me.
Did I do something wrong Frida?
You disappointed me.How could you embarrass my dear friend like that?
Because he's not your friend he was just using you.
We argued for a couple of minutes.
Kennedy I don't want to speak to you anymore.
This has happened before we ended up talking.
Not this time.
She stormed out and I played my music box one last time.