Если я останусь

           We’dstillseeeachotherallthetime.I’dmissourlittlepowwowsinthemusicwing,butIwouldalsoberelievedtohaveourrelationshipoutfromunderthemicroscopeofhighschool.

           ButthingshadchangedwhenAdammovedintotheHouseofRockandstartedcollege,thoughnotforthereasonsI’dthoughttheywould.Atthebeginningofthefall,justasAdamwasgettingusedtocollegelife,thingssuddenlystartedheatingupwithShootingStar.Thebandwasofferedarecorddealwithamedium-sizelabelbasedinSeattleandnowwerebusyinthestudiorecording.Theywerealsoplayingmoreshows,tolargerandlargercrowds,almosteveryweekend.ThingsweresohecticthatAdamhaddroppedhalfhiscourseloadandwasgoingtocollegepart-time,andifthingskeptupatthisrate,hewasthinkingofdroppingoutaltogether."Therearenosecondchances,"hetoldme.

           Iwasgenuinelyexcitedforhim.IknewthatShootingStarwassomethingspecial,morethanjustacollege-townband.Ihadn’tmindedAdam’sincreasingabsences,especiallysincehemadeitsoclearhowmuchhemindedthem.Butsomehow,theprospectofJuilliardmadethingsdifferent—somehowitmadememind.Whichdidn’tmakeanysenseatallbecauseifanything,itshouldhaveleveledthefield.NowIhadsomethingexcitinghappening,too.

           "WecangotoPortlandinafewweeks,"Adampromised."Whenalltheholidaylightsareup."

           "Okay,"Isaidsullenly.

           Adamsighed."Thingsaregettingcomplicated,aren’tthey?"

           "Yeah.Ourschedulesaretoobusy,"Isaid.