A Late Chat Production
Albert, eleven years old, sings like an angel in the cathedral choir. The Christmas recital is coming, and there are many practices and warm up concerts in preparation. He has been busy with school and his choral work.
He is a good boy, but like all boys, he doesn't keep the cleanest room. You have been on him to get it in order, but he's been procrastinating, focused only on the coming concerts and his part.
Finally, you have told him that he cannot spend the night with his choir friends before the concert if he doesn't sort out his room. You remind him that he has all of tomorrow afternoon.
The next day he's is waiting for you with his duffel when you get home. You have your doubts, but you go have a look at his room, and you're surprised! The bed is made, mostly - a little rumpled, but that can work, and the floor is clear. It's good enough and you drive him to spend the night with his friends.
The following afternoon, before you set out for the concert, you get a text message from Albert asking you to get another clean shirt for him as he spilt on the one he took.
You go to his room and take shirt out of his dresser. In case it gets cool, you decide to get a sweater as well, and open his closet, and you're immediately buried! Everything that was on the floor of his room was piled into his closet! The last indignity was bowl of half-eaten cereal that lands on your head.
What tune will Albert be singing now?