Now you've done it. You decided to shirk your responsibilities and take out your acoustic guitar. As you sang along to your poor pitiful bluegrass, your computer was set to voice command. All the former islanders have become those annoying people that sit outside coffeeshops and act like you owe them a quarter because they were publically riffing on some Waylen Jennings cover. Way to go, loser. You have failed the company, and most likely you'll be murdered in your sleep. Sucks to be you right now, but at least nobody can say you didn't take your music career seriously.

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