When I got to Rehearsal Room D it was empty. It was small, with a grand piano and a few chairs and music stands surrounding it. The wooden walls were devoid of any decoration, and my footsteps were unnoticeable because of the excellent acoustics.
I sat down, pulled my cello out of the case and waited.
And waited some more.
Fifteen minutes passed, and my brain was swirling with all sorts of random ideas, none of them good. Was this his way of humiliating me? Was this a setup of some sort? I almost searched the room for hidden cameras, I mean, maybe Serge and Angela were in a room somewhere laughing at my being such a gullible i***t. Or maybe he could tell I thought he was hot, and this was his way of putting me in my place? My nerves were totally shot, and by the time he showed up I was
