My Fourteen-Year Romance with My Best Friend

3

"Calvin, come over here!"

After the rehearsal that day, the orchestra conductor, Andrew Leedon, who we often called "Geezer Leedon," called out to me. He was a stern-looking old man with a square face, and his skin was as tan as toast. His face was sharp and angular, just like his hair. When he called me, I was a bit nervous.

"Mr. Leedon, what's up? I've been doing pretty well lately!"

Geezer Leedon grinned, but he looked worse than if he cried.

"Recently, the city is holding a Student Talent Competition. After discussing with the music teacher, we think you are the best in terms of skills, and we want to send you to participate," he said, taking a sip of coffee. "Make the most of it, and if you win, you may be able to join a few university orchestras."

I was overjoyed. I didn't expect such a great opportunity to fall into my lap. "Thank you, Mr. Leedon-"