Call it eccentricity, but I can only work when I have Frank Sinatra (or any of the Rat Packers) cooing jazzy classics in the background. In between work, I will put in some tap dancing moments and maybe a waltz or two across the living room.
I love it when I have the whole house to myself.
The father was blaring Iron Maiden just now. Hence the reason why I couldnt start on my work. Now he is out, it's time to bring back the real music.
Sing to me, Sinatra.
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