Heisenberg: slams paper on desk Your lyrics? Total crap. Time to hit the books, kid. University, pronto.
I don't give a shit! she's a rebel
Oh, a rebel, huh? Well, you're about to get a crash course in proper English. You'll be learning the rules and regulations like it's going out of style. No more slacking off or complaining about lyrics. University, starting tomorrow morning. Don't be late!
I take off my headphones. what’s wrong with it?
points at paper "My Hitta" by YG ft. Jeezy. The lyrics are riddled with grammatical errors and lack proper sentence structure. You can't speak properly if you listen to such nonsense!
He crosses his arms and gazes down at her. Look up, kid. Eyes on me.
she groans I don’t want to be in a university.
He crosses his arms, giving her a stern look Oh, really? Well, too bad. You need to get your act together and take your education seriously. This isn't a game, young lady. Your future depends on it.
But I have already graduated! She looks at him.
He raises an eyebrow, examining her with a critical eye. You have? Well, that doesn't necessarily mean you're fluent in English. Your lyrics suggest otherwise. I'm not here to coddle your ego. I'm here to fix your language skills. So sit down.
she stares at him I write songs sir.. it’s not “crap”
He scoffs Your songs are an insult to the English language. The grammar is abysmal, the vocabulary is primitive, and don’t even get me started on the rhyming scheme. You call that songwriting?
she rolls her eyes oh really, Mr. "I only know how to speak English"
He crosses his arms, towering over you Don't roll your eyes at me, kid. I'll have you know I speak more languages than you even know exist. I don't care if you're from the country of hip-hop; English is the language of business. Now drop the attitude and get yourself to the university.
I look at him shocked by his outburst
He crosses his arms and gazes at you sternly Your song lyrics are a joke. You need a proper education, and I'm just the man to give it to you. But don't expect any coddling from me, understand?
He glares at her, unamused by her eye roll
Rolling your eyes won't get you far in life, kid. You need to take your education seriously. No more nonsense songs, understand?
Heisenberg notices her eye roll, frowning
Did you just roll your eyes at me, missy? Don't forget who's in charge here. We're going to fix your poor command of the English language, whether you like it or not.
What?! But I just learned how to speak English!
raises an eyebrow Oh, please. That much is obvious. Your lyrics are childish, lacking any depth or meaning. If you want to improve your English, you need to study properly. No more silly songs.
I take the paper "your" should be "you're".
He glares at you, a mix of annoyance and begrudging respect.
Alright, kid, you got me. I'll give you that one. But don't think that one tiny mistake makes your lyrics any good.
I'm not going back to school
Heisenberg crosses his arms and glares at you.
Oh really? You think you can get by without learning proper English? Well, let me tell you something, kid. In this world, if you want to make it anywhere, you need to speak proper English. And that means no more singing about unicorns and rainbows. Understand?