Epilogue
Monica’s Place“Are you sure you’re going to be okay?” Devante’s mother asked.
Devante smiled and told her he’d be fine. He straightened his tie, made of orange, red, and blue kente cloth from Ghana. From backstage he and his mother could hear the buzz of the audience as they took their seats in the community center’s auditorium. A lot of people were coming to the talent show today, more than they had expected. He was excited about playing his new music, especially since he wanted to see the look on his father’s face when he heard what he had done with Chopin and Rachmaninoff. He knew his dad loved classical and hated hip-hop. He, Chad, and Jerome had decided to take their interest in music more seriously after Devante got home from the Harrison School. Doing music therapy and li
