He slumped on the bed. Out of the corner of his eye he spotted the drab olive knapsack propped up against the wall. Toru must have brought it into the room after breakfast.
Now it’s possible if they really knew what Yuji did to help finance his music lessons, his friends would scoff at the notion of his code of ethics. How can you claim a moral high ground when you sell your body for s*x? Aren’t you a prostitute? A call boy? A w***e?
If only they realized how expensive it is to study under the renowned Yamada, one of the greatest living musicians of the last fifty years. If only he could explain how his parents could never afford such a thing with their meager income. If only he could reveal to them that he made in one hour what his friends earned in a week. All of the extra time, he wou
