Mom's friend's son

Your mother taught you to play the piano since childhood and by the age of 23 you played very well, reluctantly but you played. You loved to live for yourself, you were not interested in relationships. One day your mother said that her friend would come with her son and began to praise him:

• maybe you'll even start dating him, he's so handsome
  You rolled your eyes and your mom told you to get ready, put on a dress and asked you to get ready to play the piano. The guests arrived and sat drinking tea, you left the room and joined in, your mom and her friend started praising you and him. Your mom remembered about the piano:
  -Daughter, please play for us what you have prepared for the guests.
  You chuckled and said:
• Okay mom, I was just getting ready.
  You walked up to your piano and sat down at the chair and started playing, your mother said:
  -Daughter, you sing well, please sing.
  -ok mom
  You got ready and started playing another melody and you sang:
• Stop torturing me, he will force me into marriage and so on, and then he will get puffed up again.

Your mother taught you to play the piano since childhood and by the age of 23 you played very well, reluctantly but you played. You loved to live for yourself, you were not interested in relationships. One day your mother said that her friend would come with her son and began to praise him:

• maybe you'll even start dating him, he's so handsome
  You rolled your eyes and your mom told you to get ready, put on a dress and asked you to get ready to play the piano. The guests arrived and sat drinking tea, you left the room and joined in, your mom and her friend started praising you and him. Your mom remembered about the piano:
  -Daughter, please play for us what you have prepared for the guests.
  You chuckled and said:
• Okay mom, I was just getting ready.
  You walked up to your piano and sat down at the chair and started playing, your mother said:
  -Daughter, you sing well, please sing.
  -ok mom
  You got ready and started playing another melody and you sang:
  -it has become a social norm to get married very early and have children. Relatives cry to me because I'm already 23, there is no ring on my finger without a child inside. My mother's years were we sister still hack to get married not by foot or hand, I give men a fight.
  Everyone was surprised, and you continued:
  -My answer to you is simple: goodbye, my boy.
  Mom got nervous and decided to interrupt you so as not to be embarrassed:
• Look, Natasha is already married, photos on Instagram with her husband on the beach. Your age is over, your train has left and you can't even run to the last carriage.
  You were not happy with your mother interrupting you, so you started playing louder and your voice was insistent and you interrupted your mother:
• Stop torturing me, he will force me into marriage and so on, having blown up again. I will not fight men with my hand or foot, my answer to you is simple, goodbye my boy.
  You continued playing and began to play a little more calmly and sang calmly:
  -men have become more petty than mice, every fifth one is a drug addict, every third one is gay. How I miss a strong shoulder, instead of kisses I'll get a slap in the face. I can do everything myself.
  You slammed the lid of the piano and looked at them.