Если я останусь
10:12 A.M.
She’llprobablythinkI’mabsentbecauseIstayedoutlatelisteningtoAdamandShootingStarinPortland.
Portland.IamfairlycertainthatI’mbeingtakenthere.ThehelicopterpilotkeepstalkingtoTraumaOne.Outsidethewindow,IcanseethepeakofMountHoodlooming.ThatmeansPortlandisclose.
IsAdamalreadythere?HeplayedinSeattlelastnightbuthe’salwayssofullofadrenalineafteragig,anddrivinghelpshimtocomedown.Thebandisnormallyhappytolethimchauffeurwhiletheynap.Ifhe’salreadyinPortland,he’sprobablystillasleep.Whenhewakesup,willhehavecoffeeonHawthorne?MaybetakeabookovertotheJapaneseGarden?That’swhatwedidthelasttimeIwenttoPortlandwithhim,onlyitwaswarmerthen.Laterthisafternoon,Iknowthatthebandwilldoasoundcheck.AndthenAdamwillgooutsidetoawaitmyarrival.Atfirst,he’llthinkthatI’mlate.HowishegoingtoknowthatI’mactuallyearly?ThatIgottoPortlandthismorningwhilethesnowwasstillmelting?
"HaveyoueverheardofthisYo-YoMadude?"Adamaskedme.Itwasthespringofmysophomoreyear,whichwashisjunioryear.Bythen,Adamhadbeenwatchingmepracticeinthemusicwingforseveralmonths.Ourschoolwaspublic,butoneofthoseprogressiveonesthatalwaysgotwrittenupinnationalmagazinesbecauseofitsemphasisonthearts.Wedidgetalotoffreeperiodstopaintinthestudioorpracticemusic.Ispentmineinthesoundproofboothsofthemusicwing.Adamwastherealot,too,playingguitar.
