Jonea spoke to Marlyn on the phone.
"You don't want to come to the winter festival?" Marlyn spoke as loud music sounded behind her.
"I don't know," said Jonea. "I don't really like crowds. I'd rather stay home and read a book under the covers or continue a pending painting."
"Oh, come on, Jonea! You should have some fun before you go back to that prison-like school. Right?"
Jonea looked lazy. She was only wearing a sweater and sweatpants while sprawled on the bed. Her head fell to the floor, her feet still on the bed. She looked at her room upside down.
"I just got tickets to an indie music concert downtown." Marlyn sounded very enthusiastic. "My crush became one of the band's guitar players. Come on, accompany me to come there."
Jonea thought for a moment. In the end, she couldn't r
