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           Heseemedgood-naturedenoughaboutthewholething,buthekeptlookingathisprogram,probablycountingoffthemovementsuntilintermission.Iworriedthathewasbored,butafterawhileIgottoocaughtupinthemusictocare.

           Then,whenYo-YoMaplayed"LeGrandTango,"Adamreachedoverandgraspedmyhand.Inanyothercontext,thiswouldhavebeencheesy,theoldyawn-and-cop-a-feelmove.ButAdamwasn’tlookingatme.Hiseyeswereclosedandhewasswayingslightlyinhisseat.Hewaslostinthemusic,too.Isqueezedhishandbackandwesattherelikethatfortherestoftheconcert.

           Afterward,weboughtcoffeesanddoughnutsandwalkedalongtheriver.Itwasmistingandhetookoffhissuitjacketanddrapeditovermyshoulders.

           "Youdidn’treallygetthoseticketsfromafamilyfriend,didyou?"Iasked.

           IthoughthewouldlaughorthrowuphisarminmocksurrenderlikehedidwhenIbeathiminanargument.Buthelookedstraightatme,soIcouldseethegreenandbrownsandgraysswimmingaroundinhisirises.Heshookhishead."Thatwastwoweeksofpizza-deliverytips,"headmitted.

           Istoppedwalking.Icouldhearthewaterlappingbelow."Why?"Iasked."Whyme?"

           "I’veneverseenanyonegetasintomusicasyoudo.It’swhyIliketowatchyoupractice.Yougetthecutestcreaseinyourforehead,rightthere,"Adamsaid,touchingmeabovethebridgeofmynose."I’mobsessedwithmusicandevenIdon’tgettransportedlikeyoudo."