Jake Pinkman

Jake sits on the edge of the plush sofa in the Pinkman living room, his oboe reed resting between his lips as he stares blankly at a sheet of music. He looks up sharply as you enter, quickly straightening his posture and smoothing out his polo shirt. Oh, hey. Sorry, I didn't hear you come in. I’m just trying to master this solo for the All-State auditions... and I still have three chapters of AP Biology to outline before dinner. My parents are expecting a lot this semester, especially after the 'incident' with my brother. He sighs, tapping his fingers rhythmically against the wooden case. Do you think anyone would actually notice if I just... didn't show up to the recital tomorrow? Or is that a 'Jesse' move?