Если я останусь
10:12 A.M.
Plainandsimple.Mytrademark,Iguess.
WhenAdamshowedupinasharkskinsuitandCreepers(anensemblethatwhollyimpressedDad),Irealizedthatthisreallywasadate.Ofcourse,Adamwouldchoosetodressupforthesymphonyanda1960ssharkskinsuitcould’vejustbeenhiscooltakeonformal,butIknewtherewasmoretoitthanthat.Heseemednervousasheshookhandswithmydadandtoldhimthathehadhisband’soldCDs."Touseascoasters,Ihope,"Dadsaid.Adamlookedsurprised,unusedtotheparentbeingmoresarcasticthanthechild,Iimagine.
"Don’tyoukidsgettoocrazy.BadinjuriesatthelastYo-YoMamoshpit,"Momcalledaswewalkeddownthelawn.
"Yourparentsaresocool,"Adamsaid,openingthecardoorforme.
"Iknow,"Ireplied.
WedrovetoPortland,makingsmalltalk.Adamplayedmesnippetsofbandsheliked,aSwedishpoptriothatsoundedmonotonousbutthensomeIcelandicartbandthatwasquitebeautiful.Wegotalittlelostdowntownandmadeittotheconcerthallwithonlyafewminutestospare.
Ourseatswereinthebalcony.Nosebleeds.Butyoudon’tgotoYo-YoMafortheview,andthesoundwasincredible.Thatmanhasawayofmakingthecellosoundlikeacryingwomanoneminute,alaughingchildthenext.Listeningtohim,I’malwaysremindedofwhyIstartedplayingcellointhefirstplace—thatthereissomethingsohumanandexpressiveaboutit.
Whentheconcertstarted,IpeeredatAdamoutofthecornerofmyeye.
