Chapter 8

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It took a full minute to slowly dial her number, then another minute just to press the call button.

"Hello?"

"Oh, uh, hey! This is Kousei Arima."

"Hey! I was wondering when you were going to call!" She sounded so chipper like the call was for nothing.

"Yeah, heh, sorry I was eating dinner. What's up?"

"Oh no worries. So you might have to be quiet for a little bit to let me explain." She cleared her throat and started to talk. "I asked several people to be my accompanist and they all said no. I'm entering the Solo and Small Ensemble Festival, though it's more of a competition than a festival. But, uh, I'm entering on several different instruments, so that yields for quite a bit of accompanying. And not just any accompanying. Some of these songs are quite tough."

"Well, how many pieces would I have to play?"

"I'm entering about 7 or 8 divisions. All of them require two pieces each."

"Wait, seriously?? That's a lot! How am I gonna handle all of that? When is this all happening? Next year?"

"Regionals is in March, so technically, it is next year. And stop worrying, you worry rat. Some have no accompaniment, and some of the divisions are like octet, quartet, and quintet so you wouldn't have to accompany everything."

"That makes me feel sooo much better," Kousei said, sarcastically.

"Well, it should. So think you are up to it?"

Kousei paused for a while, then said "Sure. Just don't..."

Sakura screeched in excitement on the other line, cutting Kousei off. "Sorry. What were you about to say?"

He chuckled a little. "Just don't get mad if I take a while to get it all together."

"I won't get mad at all: don't you worry. I'll be sure to get you the music as soon as I can, probably in a week. Oh, and I'm most likely going to be recording all our songs to put in an album for my college audition. That's it. Bye!"

"Wait, what??" The other end clicked off before Kousei could say anything else.

Kousei sighed and put his phone down so he could work on his homework before he practiced piano.

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