Page 134 of Finding the Forward: Part One
Chet
You had a game.
Me
If anyone asks me to conduct or play my pieces, please let me know, even if I have a game.
The fact he’d never told me made anger to slosh around inside me. Why would he do that?
Chet
You actually compose? I thought they were asking for someone else.
Ugh. How hard was it to send a text?
Me
Next time tell me.
“Is everything okay?” Verity squeezed me.
“My agent never told me she called. It’s weird.” I made a face.
“My first sports agent was like that. My contract specifically said any modeling requests went to my modeling agent. Instead of sending them to her, he told them that I didn’t do that. It caused some confusion and hurt feelings. He also did some questionable things, like not telling me about the interest of teams he didn’t like. Or getting weird when I dumped my ex and awakened as an alpha. Ultimately, I fired him, which he didn’t take well. I should’ve cut him loose a lot sooner.” An upset look crossed her face. “But my coach had introduced me, and I felt like I couldn’t.”
“The coach you got fired?” I asked. Wow, that was a shitty situation there.
She nodded. “That agent didn’t like that either. Or me not going pro. He got after me for wasting my talent and said that if I’d re-sign with him, he’d get me back on track.”
How I wished I could fix all that for her. Instead, all I could do was hold her in the corner of the orchestra room.
AJ
I’m here. Where are our seats?
Me
Sorry, I forgot. We’re listening to warm-ups. Save seats for me and Verity?
AJ
Absolutely. Warning: I have stowaways.
Of course they came. My nerves intensified. I turned to Verity. “AJ’s here. I think Dean and Jonas came, too.”
“Well, I suppose I can’t always have you to myself.” She leaned into me.
“Don’t tell them I’m conducting? Make it a surprise?” I asked. She nodded.
The orchestra ran through a couple of spots in my piece. They sounded good.
Finally, Professor Dublonski turned to me. “Ready?”
“If you say so, Professor.” My belly twisted.Please let me do okay.
She turned to the orchestra. “We’re in luck. The Knights game got canceled. So Griffin McGraff will conduct his piece. Please meet Griffin, one of my previous students and former member of this very orchestra.”
“Woah, the Griffin McGraff who wrote this piece is Grif Graf the hockey player?” one violinist asked.
