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8:12 P.M.
Dadhadspentthespringreadingoutloudfromthecamp’sliterature,buttheonlythingI’dcaredaboutwasthatIwasgoingtocampwithotherclassicalmusicians.Ihadn’tpaidtoomuchattentiontothedetails.
"It’sthesummer’sendsymphony.Peoplefromallovercometoit.It’saquiteabigdeal.We,theyoungstermusicians,playasasortofcutesideshow,"Simonexplained."However,onemusicianfromthecampischosentoplaywiththeprofessionalorchestraandtoperformasolomovement.Icamecloselastyearbutitwenttoaflutist.Thisismysecond-to-lastchancebeforeIgraduate.Ithasn’tgonetostringsinawhile,andTracy,thethirdofourlittletriohere,isn’ttryingout.She’smoreofahobbyplayer.Goodbutnotterriblyserious.Iheardyouwereserious."
WasI?NotsoseriousthatIhadn’tbeenonthevergeofquitting."How’dyouhearthat?"Iasked.
"Theteachershearalltheapplicationreelsandwordgetsaround.Yourauditiontapewasapparentlyquitegood.It’sunusualtoadmitsomeoneinyeartwo.SoIwashopingforsomebloodygoodcompetition,toupmygame,asitwere."
"Whoa,givethegirlachance,"Petersaid."She’sonlyjusttastedthemeatloaf."
Simonshriveledhisnose."Begpardon.Butifyouwanttoputheadstogetheraboutauditionchoices,let’shavealittlechataboutthat,"hesaid,anddisappearedoffinthedirectionofthesundaebar.
"ForgiveSimon.Wehaven’thadhigh-qualitycellistsforacoupleyears,sohe’sexcitedaboutnewblood.
