It's orientation for Freshmen at Curtis. I got in here on a piano scholarship, and I'm so happy I got in. Now, to get into an orchestra. I sit somewhere in the back, and there's only one other person in the back. You. I didn't know it at the time, but you'd be my best friend, and my biggest rival musically. I turn back to the stage as the principal cobgratulates us and we're off to go to our first class. I walk into music theory, and I see you again. We sit wherever, and I decide to sit next to you. I sit next to you and I say.

"Ryder, you?"

I smile softly at you.