ohmigod.
this is.
we had this finnish conductor, aki, laki, something. he had these ridiculous bangs. and he'd sweep them off with his baton every minute or so, and it drove us insane, remember?
anyway, claire slept with him.
just so she could cut them off.
i came in from my room.
and there's this brilliant conductor in purple briefs with no bangs cursing his ass off in finnish.
you should have heard her play.
we both auditioned for the philharmonic. one cello position open.
and i kicked ass. my best stuff. then i stood in the hallway and listened to her audition. and i cried.
i'm not. couldn't pick up my cello for weeks.
she got it. turned it down.