Mrs Carter: Kelly Smith, you were late for my class again. What was happened this time?
Kelly: I was sorry, Mrs Carter. I just overslept and missed the school bus.
Mrs Carter: OK, since you honestly admited it was your fault and you
hadn't invented any silly excuses; I would let you come in and join the class.
Kelly: Thank you, Mrs Carter.
Mrs Carter: Actually, I was considering calling your parents, Kelly, to tell them about your coming late. I hadn't done that yet since I didn't want to disappoint them. But I thought I would have to since I wasn't happy with your progress in French, either.
Kelly: I would do my best to catch up with the class, Mrs Carter, I promised.
Mrs Carter: I felt that you hadn't been working hard lately. Something was distracting you from studying. What was it, might I ask?
Kelly: Well, actually, you were right, Mrs Carter. We, three other girls and I, formed a band three months ago. We had been rehearsing like mad since then. We played pop and rock music and we were going to take part in the town music contest the following month. When we won, I promised I would get back to the lessons.
Mrs Carter: Look, Kelly. Since you had always been a bright student, I could tolerate this outrageous situation for two more weeks. But I wasn't going to put up with anything like this in the future, OK?
Kelly: Thank you for understanding, Mrs Carter.
Mrs Carter: What were you rehearsing for the contest, by the way?
Kelly: Oh, we would be singing two songs we had written ourselves, and a remake of the old hit "Kansas City".
Mrs Carter: "Kansas City"?
Kelly: Yes. I was sure you remembered it. Your group got first prize for it in the National School Band Contest about twenty years ago. It hadn't been performed since then, but we had heard the recording, and we wanted to bring it back to life. Your expert advice would be very much appreciated, Mrs Carter...