I shake my head.
"Then you can't hack it as a rock star."
"Maybe I'll fall in love with guitar or drums."
"Or piano?"
"Yeah. Maybe." Or I'll fall in love with Pete. That's a lot more likely.
He moves closer. "Did you feel it when you played?"
"A little."
"Come here." He pulls me onto his lap. His voice is dripping with enthusiasm. He's passionate about this. "You will feel it."
"Okay." I melt.