"Hey, Mom!" Kevin shouted.
"I'm going over to Jason's house to play video games. Bye!"
"Hold up." Allison ordered. "I thought you were going to help those kids do that thing . . ."
"Oh no, Moooomm . . . they're like little babies−"
"They are about nine years old. That's just three years younger than you, Kevin."
"It's four."
"That doesn't matter! They are nice young children that have great potential, which means they need a good mentor."
"That makes it even worse! I don't want to be a mentor."
"I don't care. You're going. Take your saxophone."
"Out in public?!"
"Kevin . . ."
"Okay. I'm going." Kevin got his saxophone and put it in the case. He swung it over his shoulder and walked out the door to get his skateboard.
"Wear your helmet!" Allison told him. "I love you!"
"Love you too . . ." Kevin murmured as he glided down the road.
"Do you think he's going to come?" Kirstie asked. She and Mitch were in Scott's backyard waiting for a music lesson from Kevin.
"Nope," Mitch replied matter-of-factly.
"I'm sure he will show up . . ." Scott walked outside through the sliding doors while holding three glasses of lemonade. "That literally has gotten so much easier since they made all the doors voice activated."
So they talked for a while, then Kevin got there. They learned a little bit about music theory, then they got to work on a project that Henry gave them: to write a program that would listen to a speech and write music to go along with it. They had fun, and Kevin realized how cool they were.
Ten years later, they decided to form and acapella band with another random person named Avriel Kaplan.
And they all lived happily ever after!