My Fourteen-Year Romance with My Best Friend

8

It was Wednesday again, and I arrived early at the practice hall, turning on the lights and letting my fingers dance across the strings. It seemed that only the sound of the cello could calm me down.

Normally, that was the time that Sally and I had agreed to rehearse together.

But truth be told, I didn't know how to face her. After what had happened, she hadn't even offered an explanation.

A simple apology would have sufficed, but instead, my heart ached with the silence.

Twang!

I broke a string. I had been too angry and pressed down too hard, causing the string to snap and my finger to bleed onto the cello.

I took a few deep breaths.

Yes, I needed to be calm and collected. The most important thing at the moment was the competition.

That was an opportunity that I couldn't afford to miss, and no matter what, I couldn't let anything go wrong.