Bethel's POV
I was still in shock as I watched Allari walk over to where I kept my guitar and pick it up. Immediately, I rushed to him and took it from his hands. He could touch me, but not my guitar. I wouldn't allow it.
This was the only thing I had left from my grandmother on my mother's side before she died. She was probably the only person who truly believed in my raw talent.
"Asturias (Leyenda)," he said.
I looked at him in confusion.
How did he know that?
Then he repeated it.
"Asturias by Isaac Albéniz."
I knew exactly what he was talking about. It was one of the most famous and difficult classical guitar pieces ever written, and I had been practicing it for over two years. Even now, I still couldn't play it perfectly.
Then he stretched out his hand, silently asking for my
