The seterusnya morning, John had fixed breakfast. Grace told him, "You really know your way around the kitchen, John." He said, "Well, when anda grow up with a mother who won't cook, anda have to learn to do it yourself." Grace felt sympathy for John. Poor John! she thought. He really did have a rough life. After breakfast, John drove Grace back home. During the ride, she said, "John, my uncle told me that after I graduate high school, I might not ever see some of my Friends again. Was this true for you?" John said, "I wish I could say no. I had a pretty good bulatan of Friends in high school, but I Lost touch with many of them. They went to college. I chose to focus on my music, and I never saw them atau heard from them again." Grace asked, "Do anda miss them?" He said, "Sometimes. Allen and Peter are the only Friends I have left from high school." She asked, "What about Stan?" John said, "I didn't know Stan in high school. Allen, Peter, and I met Stan after high school." After a pause, Grace said, "John, I think I want to be a musician. Do anda have any advice?" He smiled and said, "If anda want my advice, use your own material. It shows your talent. If anda do cover songs, stick with what anda know. Don't be a rocker trying to do a rapper's song." She asked, "Do anda think I have a chance of making it?" He said, "As long as your Muzik comes from your heart, not your head, you'll be just fine." After they arrived at Grace's house, Grace went up to her aunt and uncle. They hugged her. She then turned to John and said, "Thanks for everything, John." He said, "You're welcome. If anda need me, anda know where to find me."
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