Chapter 39
For four months, I hadn’t heard a word from Car and I had to stop myself from driving out there and throwing myself at her feet and begging forgiveness. I’d thrown myself into my cello playing, so I wouldn’t have to think of anything else.
Now, I stood in a dressing room in Miami, Florida with Borden.
“I’m nervous,” I told him, as I paced back and forth across the dressing room.
“Of course you are,” Borden said, “But this is just the first of many successes. You’re prepared, you look gorgeous, and you’re going to floor them. If the rehearsal yesterday was any indication, you’ll have everyone on their feet when this ends.”
I wiped my hands on the towel draped across the chair.
“I hope I don’t forget anything,” I said as I shook my hands to get any tension out.
“You won’t a
