 Which came first, the phoenix or the flame?
"Brandon Fox. Pleasure to meet you, Maisey." He smiled as she moved to sit with him, which he took as a friendly sign. "You must be good then, right? If you've been playing for six years." He was impressed. Sticking with something that long wasn't easy. He hadn't had any choice in playing the violin, which was probably why he still played. He'd started to like the instrument. "I've only played since I was eight. But I had to practice all the time so I'm pretty good, I guess." Plus, the threat of punishment on the other end had been motivating. "What do you like about the cello? Outside of your parents making you do it, of course." |