Если я останусь
7:09 A.M.
There’sasmallblurbaboutShootingStar,withanevensmallerpictureofthefourofthem,nexttoabigarticleaboutBikiniandahugepictureoftheband’sleadsinger:punk-rockdivaBrookeVega.ThebitaboutthembasicallysaysthatlocalbandShootingStarisopeningforBikinionthePortlandlegofBikini’snationaltour.Itdoesn’tmentiontheeven-bigger-to-menewsthatlastnightShootingStarheadlinedataclubinSeattleand,accordingtothetextAdamsentmeatmidnight,soldouttheplace.
"Areyougoingtonight?"Dadasks.
"Iwasplanningto.Itdependsiftheyshutdownthewholestateonaccountofthesnow."
"Itisapproachingablizzard,"Dadsays,pointingtoasinglesnowflakefloatingitswaytotheearth.
"I’malsosupposedtorehearsewithsomepianistfromthecollegethatProfessorChristiedugup."ProfessorChristie,aretiredmusicteacherattheuniversitywhoI’vebeenworkingwithforthelastfewyears,isalwayslookingforvictimsformetoplaywith."KeepyousharpsoyoucanshowallthoseJuilliardsnobshowit’sreallydone,"shesays.
Ihaven’tgottenintoJuilliardyet,butmyauditionwentreallywell.TheBachsuiteandtheShostakovichhadbothflownoutofmelikeneverbefore,likemyfingerswerejustanextensionofthestringsandbow.WhenI’dfinishedplaying,panting,mylegsshakingfrompressingtogethersohard,onejudgehadclappedalittle,whichIguessdoesn’thappenveryoften.
