School Projects

I've worked myself enough again, on yet another school project. Seems they're coming in twos these projects. Could I have refused? I suppose so. But I didn't because I'm a very vain pompous creature who loves showing off. Nobody could do it? Everybody was biting their pencils? Enough, I said, give it to me. Showoff.But I'm so good at this, and it comes so natural to me, although I don't let on. I keep them thinking I'm slaving over the stove kind of thing. Because that's what everybody does. I don't. I just sleep, wake up to a coffee and light up. And there from my drugged state it's a flurry of notes in my mind. So so easy. But difficult to others, I know. I've seen them timid enough. Nobody was making a move. So me the showoff gave in partly because I pitied them, and partly because yes, I love showing off, and partly because I knew my Mister would help out. We make quite a couple. And now, I guess, We (as in the royal we) should retire to our chambers. The problem is we won't, not until two in the morning. Because my TV routine is about to begin. I do not want remuneration. Just that if I happen to come in at 8.35, I would appreciate a blind eye. After all I've been at it (the project I mean) for more than six hours. So please have a heart. I can do music, any music, no problem. I will volunteer while others stare. I will orchestrate, arrange, compose just about anything. You can count on that. But sometimes I'd appreciate a late 5 minutes. Not always. Just the once, or the twice. I am a musician after all.