Если я останусь
8:12 P.M.
ShetookmehomewithheranddraggedoutaCDofNirvanaMTVUnpluggedandplayedme"SomethingintheWay."
"Listentothat,"shesaid."Twoguitarplayers,adrummer,andacelloplayer.HernameisLoriGoldstonandIbetwhenshewasyounger,shepracticedtwohoursadaylikesomeothergirlIknowbecauseifyouwanttoplaywiththephilharmonic,orwithNirvana,that’swhatyouhavetodo.AndIdon’tthinkanyonewoulddarecallheradork."
ItooktheCDhomeandlistenedtoitoverandoverforthenextweek,ponderingwhatKimsaid.Ipulledmycellooutafewtimes,playedalong.ItwasadifferentkindofmusicthanI’dplayedbefore,challenging,andstrangelyinvigorating.Iplannedtoplay"SomethingintheWay"forKimthefollowingweekwhenshecameoverfordinner.
ButbeforeIhadachance,atthedinnertableKimcasuallyannouncedtomyparentsthatshethoughtIoughttogotosummercamp.
"What,youtryingtoconvertmesoI’llgotoyourTorahcamp?"Iasked.
"Nope.It’smusiccamp."ShepulledoutaglossybrochurefortheFranklinValleyConservatory,asummerprograminBritishColumbia."It’sforseriousmusicians,"Kimsaid."Youhavetosendarecordingofyourplayingtogetin.Icalled.ThedeadlineforapplicationsisMayfirst,sothere’sstilltime."Sheturnedtofacemehead-on,asifsheweredaringmetogetmadatherforinterfering.
Iwasn’tmad.Myheartwaspounding,asifKimhadannouncedthatmyfamilywonalotteryandshewasabouttorevealhowmuch.
