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“Um, no? Gwen, he was looking at you like I’m about to look at the Grubhub delivery guy. Ready. For. A. Meal.”
If he admitted that entire symphonies had unfurled in his mind when they played together… It felt like the music wouldn’t be his anymore.
But don’t let anyone tell you what you’re capable of. Even if it sounds like a compliment.”
“Look, I don’t know what you want from me, but—”
“Anything.”
“Everyt...
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“But, Gwen, please make music with me. I need you in my life. I need to be in your orbit in some way, and if you don’t want me to touch you and kiss you and fuck you, then let me make love to you onstage every night because it’s the most alive I’ve felt in ten years—”
Almost like Xander Thorne and Alex Fitzgerald had decided to play together.
She thought it was maybe a second movement of the first song. And maybe it started that way, but as the bow pulled across the strings she knew in her blood that he was writing this, that very moment, staring at her.
about seventy-five percent of the orchestra now knew that they… made pancakes together.
“It’s simple, really,” he said. “It’s about a cello who fell in love with a violin.”
