Extra Chapter

-So, do you like music? -I ask interested.

-I love music.

-Why did you give up guitar?

I... -she bites her lower lip, her nervousness tangible in the air, while I restrain the urge to run my fingers through it and force her to let it go- -I didn't feel good enough at it. In every aspect of my life, I've always been average, never outstanding, with music it was the same and I finally got tired of trying. I'm not good at instruments, I'm not good at singing, I'm content to be a spectator.

Her vulnerability has the power to mirror my own. Different times, different lives, and yet I identify with their circumstances. This is stupid, I find myself sympathizing with Yelena Castillo, my sister's best friend, a little girl I've picked on half my life.

-Don't make the same mistake I did years ago, don't give up on your dreams," her suggestion manages to take away some of the pain in my chest that I hadn't noticed before.

-Everyone tells me I should quit. Even the rest of the band is starting t