I was on cloud nine as I walked home from school, clutching my journal. I hadn’t been this happy in I didn’t know when. Jonah’s words replayed in my head.
“There’s this concert tonight. At Carnegie Hall. I’ve got two free tickets. They’re the worst seats in the house, but the vocalist is supposed to be amazing.”
“Are you asking me out?” I’d said, smiling.
He’d smiled back.
“If you don’t mind going with this lump of bruises,” he’d said, smiling back. “After all, it is Friday night.”
I practically skipped home, unable to contain my excitement. I didn’t know anything about classical music—I’d never even really listened to it before—but I didn’t care. I’d go anywhere with him.
Carnegie Hall. He said the dress was fancy. What would I wear? I checked my watch. I wouldn’t have much time to
