Zoe walked into the kitchen and was shocked when she saw her father. But she hid it better than Jon did. Her dad looked like some of the guys she knew from the club she sometimes went to (without her parents knowing, of course). But it was her dad.
"Hi, Zoe," he said. "Do you want to listen to me play before you go to school?"
That was the last thing she wanted. She hated jazz. And her parents knew it.
"No, I don't think so."
"Oh, come on."
"Why don't you go and listen, Zoe?" asked her mom. She turned around and got another shock. "Mom? Is that you?" She was definitely dressed like a Goth.
"Of course, it's me."
"You're going to work like that?"
"Well, of course. How else would I go?"
Zoe was stunned. Now, her parents were dressing a lot more like what Zoe and her friends dressed like. But they didn't notice that anything was different. Why was that?
"Come on, Zoe," her dad said, while getting up. "Just listen to a few minutes. I want to know what you think."
"Oh, okay." She wasn't very pleased about it, but she wanted him to stop nagging about it.
While Zoe and her dad went to the garage (that's where all his instruments were), Zoe's mom left for work.
