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Richard asian sex cursed quietly to himself, as  asian sex up ahead a trumpet player squeezed into a practice room  asian sex Richard was about to claim for himself.  The guy had asian materialized around  asian sex the corner and beaten him to the room.  He didn’t even glance at Richard as he closed the  asian sex door.  Dickhead. School hasn’t even started yet, and  asian already this place is a  asian sex zoo, he thought to himself.  He hefted his shoulder bag with  asian a sigh and continued walking the  asian sex hallway past occupied rooms, musical fragments fading in and out of each  asian sex other.  Why do the oboe players have to practice in  asian sex the piano rooms?

Up ahead, a door opened.   asian sex Richard quickened  asian his pace, holding open the door as a girl walked out.

“Thanks,”  asian sex she said.

“No problem.  It’s crazy trying to find  asian a  asian sex room here,” Richard said.

“Yeah, for sure.  What do you  asian sex play, piccolo?” she asked, eyeing his bag.

“No, piano,”  asian he answered.   asian sex He didn’t need to ask her, as she was carrying a French horn case.

“Oh, I’m sorry,” she said.

“ asian sex Sorry?  What’s wrong with the  asian piano?” Richard asked, surprised at her comment.  Was she a brass snob asian ,  asian sex or something? he wondered.  She’s cute, though.

“Nothing asian , but you won’t like this  asian sex room.”  She looked apologetic.

Richard peeked around the door  asian and groaned.  It was  asian sex one of the empty rooms.  He hadn’t yet learned which ones had pianos  asian and which didn’t asian sex .

“I’m Emily,” she said, holding out her hand asian .

“Richard,” he said, as he took  asian sex her palm in his.  It was warm asian , and slightly damp.  He figured he was sweaty too, and  asian he hadn’t even sat  asian sex down to play yet.  The rooms had no cooling, since vents would transmit sound  asian sex from one room to the other too easily.  Richard vaguely wondered how  asian long summer lasted  asian sex around here.  The late-August humidity and heat  asian sex permeated the building, and got trapped in the  asian practice rooms where students would add their own  asian sex heat.  By late afternoon, as it was now, the rooms were almost unbearable. 

 asian But there was no other place  asian sex to practice, being a pianist.  Not exactly an instrument you can carry on your shoulder asian sex .  Or fit in your half of the dorm room.

“Well, I better  asian be going,”  asian sex she said.

“See ya,” Richard said. 

She squeezed by  asian sex him in the narrow hallway.  Richard closed the door to the room and then continued walking.  He  asian sex  asian passed the three piano-majors-only rooms, but they were full as usual.

Finally he  asian sex found  asian a room.  He almost missed it, but then he noticed there was a gap in the patchwork  asian symphony that played as  asian sex he passed the different rooms.  He backed up and peered through the  asian sex small square window, and thankfully there was a piano in the room.  And no oboe players.

 asian Before he even sat at the bench,  asian sex he was already feeling the prickles on his forehead, as sweat began to bead up.  But  asian sex there was nothing for it; he couldn’t open the door  asian sex and flood the hallway  asian with his playing.  And he had his first lesson tomorrow morning, so ditching the practice was out  asian sex of the question. 

Richard stretched as he looked at the stack of music  asian he  asian sex had brought.  He wasn’t quite sure what he would play   asian asian sex for her. 

Should I choose the Liszt, go for impressive?  Or  asian sex the Beethoven, I think that one section I play really nicely.   asian Or the Scriabin? She  asian sex is Russian, after all.

Richard adjusted the bench and  asian sat, running  asian sex his hands through his hair.  He selected a book from the pile,  asian opened it asian sex , and began his warm up routine as he ran the piece in his head.

Three hours later, Richard was done.   asian  asian sex His throat was dry and his head was swimming.  He hadn’t drunk any  asian sex water, but that was typical; not much could break  asian sex him out of his concentration, not  asian even a heavy  asian sex thirst.  Now that he had finished though, he realized  asian sex his mistake and wandered out in desperate search of a water fountain.

The water  asian sex tasted like concrete and chlorine,  asian sex but he drank greedily anyway.  He could almost  asian feel the water soaking  asian sex through him like liquid through a dry sponge.

 asian sex When he walked back down the hall  asian to collect  asian sex his stuff, Emily was peering into his room.  She didn’t have her instrument  asian sex with her, though.

“Oh,  asian sex hey,” she said, when she  asian saw him.   asian sex “I’m looking for my roommate.  We were supposed to go  asian sex eat dinner a half-hour ago.”

“Who’s your roommate?”  Richard laughed to himself  asian sex at his question.  Not that I know anybody here yet asian .

“Sandra d’Arcy, do you know her asian sex ?”

“Nah,  asian sex I don’t,” he said, with a shake of his head.

“Alright, I guess I’ll keep looking.  See  asian sex you  asian later.”  She smiled and started to move past him.

“Uh, where  asian sex are you going to eat?” Richard asked.  She stopped right in front of him.   asian sex Richard didn’t back away asian sex , but Emily did slightly.

“I don’t know, probably the Domino’s pizza down the road.”

 asian  asian  asian sex Richard made a face.

“Yeah, I know, it’s nasty,” she  asian sex said, “but it’s cheap.  Do you have a better suggestion?”

“No, I’ve already  asian  asian sex eaten there twice myself, unfortunately,” he admitted. 

Emily laughed.  “Do you want to  asian sex come?” she asked.

“Uh, sure, I think I’m done practicing.   asian sex This room’s an oven.”  Richard unconsciously wiped his brow for the hundredth time that afternoon. 

“ asian sex Tell me about it.”

“ asian They should put in space heaters, it would  asian sex probably cool the rooms off.”

Emily laughed. 

“Excuse me,” said the trumpet  asian sex player who had beaten Richard to a room earlier.   asian He was walking hurriedly towards them.

 asian sex “Hey, Jimmy,” Emily said brightly.

“Oh, hey,” he said  asian sex blandly, squeezing through and hurrying off.

He’s friendly, Richard thought to himself.  He gave  asian sex  asian Emily a questioning look.  She just shrugged wide-eyed.

“Let me get  asian sex my stuff packed,”  asian Richard said, gesturing into the practice room. 

“Are you in the  asian sex dorm?” she asked.

“Yeah.”

“Cool.  You want to meet  asian sex in the lounge in twenty minutes?”

 asian “Okay.”

“I’ll try to find Sandra meanwhile asian sex .  Bring your roommate if you want,” she added.

“Nah, he’s not  asian even here  asian sex yet.”

“Oh, alright.  See you in a bit.” asian sex

Richard looked after her as she walked off.  I can get up in front of hundreds of people to play and  asian sex not feel any nervousness asian ; why do I feel a  asian sex little anxious now? he thought.

Richard convinced himself it was  asian sex his upcoming lesson with Ms. Tertychnaya that was weighing on him a little asian sex .

I’m ready asian , he reminded himself.

Sandra d’Arcy was drop-dead gorgeous.  Not  asian sex just cute, not just pretty, but gorgeous.  When Richard saw her  asian and Emily come  asian sex out of the stairwell and stand in the foyer, he took  asian sex a few seconds to realize they were waiting for him.  As he jumped up off the couch,  asian sex he hoped they didn’t notice he was  asian staring. 

“Richard, Sandra,” Emily said.   asian sex Richard started to move his hand out, then took it back, feeling awkward.  Then Sandra started her  asian sex hand out, and for a moment there  asian was a silly arm dance as  asian sex they tried to decide whether to shake hands.  Finally they did, amidst  asian sex some laughing.

“Shall we?” Richard asked, holding open the door  asian to the  asian sex dorm building. 

The trio stepped out into the warm evening, walking  asian sex in a line but not too closely.   asian sex A group of people were  asian playing a pickup game of soccer on the lawn.  He thought he’d seen a few of the  asian sex people earlier that day in the practice rooms.

“So what do you play,  asian Richard?” Sandra asked.

 asian sex “Piano, you?”

“Voice.” 

Figures, Richard thought.  She’s too pretty  asian sex to be buried in an orchestra pit.

“Cool,” he said.

 asian sex “Are you a first year?” Emily asked.

“Yeah, you two asian sex , uh, too?  Also?” Richard asked.

They also  asian were.

“ asian sex I hope this orientation stuff this week isn’t too long,” Richard said.

“Yeah asian sex , hopefully we don’t have to do stupid games and stuff,” Sandra said.

“ asian sex Or sit through long meetings about common sense asian sex ,” Emily added.  “If it’s common sense, then why are they  asian sex showing us?  ‘Lock your doors at night, don’t let strangers into the building asian sex ,’ well, duh!”

“Yeah, I hate that stuff!” Richard exclaimed  asian asian sex .  “In high school we had these safety classes and they were so stupid.   asian sex It was stuff for five-year-olds and shit.”

Richard winced at having let out  asian a bad word, but the two girls didn’t seem to be bothered.

“I mean, if you haven’t  asian sex learnt that stuff by now, you probably would have been kidnapped  asian already!” Sandra added.

“Weren’t we supposed  asian sex to get a schedule for the week?”  Richard asked.

“Tomorrow afternoon at the first meeting,”  asian sex Sandra said.

“Ooh, I can’t wait!” Emily said. asian

“ asian sex Do we really have to eat at Domino’s?” Sandra asked, as the blue and red sign came into view asian sex .  She wore a grimace on her face.

“I vote for wandering the area and looking for something   asian asian sex better,” Emily said.  “You guys?”

“Yeah, me too asian sex ,” Sandra chirped.

Richard hesitated for a moment.  He didn’t have much  asian sex cash, and he had  asian to stretch it out until the meal plan kicked  asian sex in.  That meant two more days of eating out.

“Uh, sure,  asian sex as long as it’s cheap.  Otherwise I’ll be starving the  asian rest of the week until we hit the cafeteria asian sex .”

“Eh, you’ll probably starve there, too,” Emily  asian sex said.  “I hear it’s nasty.”

“Yeah,  asian Tapler Dining Hall.”  She  asian sex spat the words out.  “They’re under new management, some hotel took over or something,  asian sex but a polished turd is still a turd.”

“That’s real appetizing, Sandra asian sex ,  asian I can’t wait until Friday night,” Emily said sarcastically.

“So where to?” Richard asked asian sex .  It feels good, being  asian on my own, he thought.  His nervousness was gone.  Maybe it wasn’t the  asian sex lesson.

“Let’s go up that way, looks like there’s stuff  asian there,” Emily pointed.

They crossed the street and made their  asian sex way towards a section of shops.

“So where are you from?” Emily asked Richard.

“New York.  The Bronx, actually asian sex .”

“What’s your accent, it doesn’t sound like New York,” Sandra  asian noted.  Richard was surprised; most people couldn’t detect it asian sex .  But she is a singer, so she would be in tune with those things, he reminded himself.

  asian asian sex “I’m Italian,” he said.

“Ah, parla Italiano?” Sandra said.

“ asian sex Si,” Richard replied.

“Bene, eccellente asian , allora possiamo  asian sex parlare e Emily non capirà!”

Emily was watching the interchange.  “Hey,  asian sex I heard my name!  Great, now you two can talk about me and  asian sex I won’t know what you’re saying!” she said dramatically, rolling her eyes.

“ asian sex No, we won’t do that,  asian that’s rude,” Richard assured her.  “But how do you know Italian?”  asian sex he asked Sandra.

“I’m a singer, remember?” Sandra chided.

“Yeah,  asian sex but, I didn’t know you actually learn all  asian the languages you sing.”

“Well, I  asian sex like too, otherwise how can you really understand the text?”

“True, I never thought of that,” Richard admitted,  asian sex  asian nodding.

“But some singers don’t, they just learn to pronounce the words asian sex , and they know what they mean, but don’t  asian speak the language.” asian sex

“Hey, how about here?” Emily said, stopping  asian sex suddenly and peering into the window of a small restaurant.

Richard glanced at the menu.  The prices weren’t exactly like cheap pizza, but they weren’t too bad. 

“Sure,” he  asian said asian sex .  Sandra shrugged and opened the door.

The aromas inside of Belinda’s  asian Café were enticing.  The menu was eclectic: interesting sandwiches and salads, and then five or six cooked dishes that  asian sex weren’t the typical café food either.  Emily suggested  asian a booth, and they sat, Richard across from the girls.  The server brought three waters with the  asian sex menus.

“Anything to drink?  We have a good wine  asian selection asian sex ,” the waitress offered.

I guess she thinks we’re old enough,  asian sex Richard thought to himself. 

“Can we get the house red?” Emily asked asian sex .

Sandra and Richard looked at each other.  The server eyed the trio for a moment. asian

“You’re all of age,  asian sex right?”  If there was any suspicion in her, she kept it out of her voice.  I probably shouldn’t  asian sex have shaved back at the dorm, Richard  asian thought.  The stubble always adds a few years asian sex .

They all nodded in agreement.  The server smiled knowingly and went to get the  asian sex wine.

“You do drink  asian wine, right?” Emily asked quietly when she had left.

“Yeah, of course,” Sandra said asian sex .  The two girls looked at Richard expectantly.

 asian “C’mon, I’m Italian, what do you think asian sex ?” Richard said.  “I make my own, even.”

“Really?” Emily said, eyes flashing.   asian sex “That’s very cool!”

“Yeah, my family makes wine,  asian we’ve done it every year since  asian sex I can remember,” he said.  Richard let out a  asian sex short laugh.  “I  asian had my own wine glass for dinner when I was twelve.”

“That’s awesome, I wish my parents had been cool like that asian  asian sex ,” Emily lamented.

Richard just shrugged and smiled.  Show off, he thought to himself.

Their server brought and poured the wine,   asian asian sex and took their order.

“Cheers,” Emily said.

“To new friends,” Sandra  asian sex said.

“New friends,” Richard agreed.  The three clinked their glasses together  asian asian sex .

“I like this place,” Sandra said, looking around.  The dark wood and paneling made the booth they sat in  asian sex seem even more secluded asian .

“Yeah, too bad we’ll be eating cafeteria food in  asian sex a few days,” Emily said.

“Ugh, I don’t even want to think about that  asian sex right now,” Sandra groaned.

“So where are  asian you two from?” Richard asked, changing the  asian sex subject.

“Near Columbus, Ohio,” Sandra said.

“Near the White House,” said Emily.

“  asian asian sex Is your dad the president or something?” Richard joked.

“Pfft, yeah right.  My  asian sex dad hates politics.”

“Why does he live in Washington then?” Sandra  asian asked. asian sex

“Why do musicians live anywhere?  That’s where the  asian sex job opening was.”

“What does he do?”

 asian “He conducts Baltimore.”  Emily said it as simply as if he worked in  asian sex retail or something.

“Your dad is Clark  asian Rathbourne!?” Richard asked, eyes popping out of his head.

“Yeah.”

“Jeez, that’s awesome asian sex .  Screw making wine, that’s really cool.  His recording with Reston of the Tchaik. piano concerto is in my top ten.”

“Yeah, he’s proud of that one too, though he’d never admit  asian sex it asian ,” Emily said.  “He takes himself way too seriously to admit it.”

Richard looked at Emily in amazement.  He always knew, vaguely, that music school would be a place  asian where he’d meet some incredible musicians, but the reality suddenly hit  asian sex him full on.  I’m sitting across from the daughter of Clark Rathbourne, one of the country’s top orchestra conductors.

“ asian I’m just his daughter,”  asian sex Emily said dismissively, as if reading his mind.  She looked a little uncomfortable.

Richard realized he was staring.  “I’m sorry, of course.  I didn’t mean to make a big deal out of it.”

 asian “No problem, I get that  asian sex all the time.”  She took a long drink of her wine. asian

Is she annoyed with me? Richard wondered.

“She gets tired of people talking to her about her dad,” Sandra added asian .  Emily rolled  asian sex her eyes, but didn’t dispute Sandra’s comment.

Richard made note of that, and decided not to  asian sex bring up Clark Rathbourne again.

A few hours later, the  asian  asian sex server poured the last bit of the wine into their glasses.  Richard opened the check she had set down asian sex .

As he looked through his wallet, he wondered about  asian the wisdom of ordering the second bottle of wine.  Paying  asian sex for the entire meal was out of the question now, although he wanted to do so out of  asian sex  asian chivalry.  And he was buzzed, so he was feeling generous.  Maybe I can  asian sex just eat ramen the next two days.

The girls, meanwhile, had eyed the bill and each placed a twenty on the table asian .  Richard vacillated for a moment, and then decided that he wouldn’t even have enough for ramen if he footed the whole bill asian .   asian sex It’s not a date, anyway, dumb ass!

He placed a twenty down on top of theirs. 

“  asian asian sex Looks like it’s Dominos the rest of the week,” Richard lamented.

“Yeah, but this was fun,” Emily  asian said.  Her voice had gotten bubbly over the course of the second bottle.  Any friction from  asian sex the discussion about her dad was long gone.

“We should  asian do this every week,” Sandra agreed with  asian sex a grin.

“Wouldn’t that be cool?” Emily said.

“Whoa, whoa, hold up!” Richard interrupted.  “I have like  asian fifty dollars left for the next two weeks asian sex , until work study kicks in.”

“Fifty bucks?  Heh, Dominos is right then!”  asian sex Sandra said.

“Looks like we’ll need a booth for  asian two next time,”  asian sex Emily said, nudging Sandra.

“Hey, thanks a lot!” Richard said asian sex .  “So my family doesn’t have a lot of money,”  asian he admitted glumly.

“Richard,  asian sex we were just teasing you,” Sandra said, patting his hand.

“Yeah, chill.  I can spot  asian sex you some cash until you  asian start working.  What are you going to be doing anyway?”

“I think  asian sex front desk duty.”

“Sounds fun,” Emily  asian said sarcastically.

“Are either of you on work study?” Richard asked asian sex .

“Nah,” Emily said.

 asian “I am.  I’m an usher for concerts.  Sucks asian sex .”

“Sucks?  I’m going to be stuck answering phones for ten hours a  asian week.”

“And I’m  asian sex going to be ushering cranky old lechers to their seats while they try to look down my blouse asian sex ,” Sandra  asian complained. 

Emily and Richard laughed.  She has a point.  I’d try and look down her blouse if I was  asian sex an old lecher, too.   asian Richard’s eyes inadvertently dropped to Sandra’s  asian sex chest for a moment, before he caught himself and looked back at her eyes.  Sandra was watching  asian sex  asian him with a smile.  If she noticed his glance wandering, she didn’t show it.

“Want to switch?” Richard   asian asian sex asked.  “You have a much better phone voice than me, I’m sure.  And  asian no one  asian sex will want to look down my, uh, blouse.  Not that I’d wear one,” he added  asian quickly.

The  asian sex girls giggled.  “So you’d go topless?” Emily asked.  Sandra let out another   asian asian sex giggle.

Richard considered them for a moment.  “Sure, why not.”

“That would be brilliant!” Emily  asian sex exclaimed.  She laughed wildly.  “Maybe the whole usher staff should show up topless one night!”

Sandra smacked  asian her arm.  “Dream on!  Easy for you to say, Ms. I’m asian sex -not-doing-work-study!” asian

“Well, the guys at least should do it,” she amended asian sex .

“Yeah, that’s not going to happen asian .  Brenda is the usher coordinator and I’ve heard she’s  asian sex a real dictator.”

“Oh well, one can dream.”

Emily held out her wine  asian glass unsteadily over the center of  asian sex the table.

“To topless ushers!” she said loudly.  The  asian people  asian sex at the next table looked over with a mix of smiles and frowns.

“Shh!”  asian  asian sex Sandra and Richard admonished, as they clinked their glasses together.  But they couldn’t help laughing with Emily.

The  asian sex walk home was noisy, but fun asian .