Если я останусь

           Wewerealwayscompeting,alwaystryingtoseewhocouldplaysomethingbetter,faster,frommemory.Ithadbeensomuchfun,andwasprobablyonereasonwhyIwasfeelingsogoodabouttheHayden.

           "Ahh,someone’sawfullyconfident.Thinkyoucanbeatme?"Simonasked.

           "Atsoccer.Definitely,"Ijoked.Simonoftentoldusthathewastheblacksheepinhisfamilynotbecausehewasgay,oramusician,butbecausehewassucha"shiteyfootballer."

           SimonpretendedthatI’dshothimintheheart.Thenhelaughed."Amazingthingshappenwhenyoustophidingbehindthathulkingbeast,"hesaid,gesturingtomycello.Inodded.Simonsmiledatme."Well,don’tgogettingquitesococky.YoushouldhearmyMozart.Itsoundslikethebloodyangelssinging."

           Neitheroneofuswonthesolospotthatyear.Elizabethdid.Andthoughitwouldtakemefourmoreyears,eventuallyI’dnabthesolo.