Lance Collins is a teenage violinist attending Weyral High School, and, being so famous, many girls there are in love with him. Lance, however, doesn't have any interest in girls and is too engrossed with music to care about romantic relationships...
"Quiet landslide when nobody knows Regretted decisions that nobody chose Under water and sinking fast No way out, no way to get back What might have been is lost in the past." --Just Give It Time by Jon McLaughlin
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| LANCE |
"Lance, what's happening?" Marcus began when we reached the rooftop of the main building, bewildered. The strong wind was whipping in our faces.
I turned around to face him and pleaded, "Can you be my accompanist, Marcus, please?"
His eyebrows furrowed. "You didn't answer my question."
I blinked, not getting what he meant. "But I did answer it."
Shaking his head, Marcus said, "No. I mean, what's happening between you and Mackenzie?"
Oh, that.
I stared at the blue sky with a heavy sigh. I couldn't deny it to Marcus, so I hesitantly said, "Mackenzie and I had a...falling-out."
His eyes widened in disbelief. "You're talking garbage."
"It is true, Marcus," I admitted with a tinged of sadness in my voice. I was going to let my pride down. "And I am starting to believe that this is all my fault."
Marcus held up both of his hands. "Whoa, whoa, whoa. Slow down, Lance. Tell me the details first." He paused. "And I didn't know there was an upcoming contest. When is it?"
I nodded my head and told him about the 40th Annual Denver Music Competition for the selected high school students, and me asking Mackenzie to be my accompanist after hearing her play the piano. But I couldn't share with Marcus the full details how our conflict had started. Even though Mackenzie and I weren't in good terms, I should still respect her private love life from the past. And besides, I believe Marcus didn't have a single clue about it anyway, unlike Eunice and Cindy.
When I was finished, Marcus rubbed his temples. "Too much information in my head."
"Apologies."
"So Mackenzie could play the piano but then she backed out as your pianist last Monday because of a personal reason?" he slowly clarified.
"Something like that, yes." I took a deep breath. "How I questioned Mackenzie in a decent manner and then how she answered it without respect aggravated me, and that she did not trust me to tell me the real reason why she wanted to quit. Perhaps that is why I lost it and became hostile toward her; I have spouted such vitriol at her."
"You know, it's a good thing that you're being honest, Lance," said Marcus. "Not many guys nowadays have that kind of attitude like yours, which is quite depressing."
