Chapter 63


    August sent Flynn a message but he didn''t send any reply. She then spent the morning with her family


    and rtives. They decided to go grocery shopping while she''s left with the kids.


    She heard from her Aunt Ruth that Pierre''s band is practicing until the Thanksgiving concert. She didn''t


    bother messaging him after what happened. She didn''t ask about him and he wasn''t with his


    bandmates practicing when she was asked by her Aunt Ruth to bring them snacks since her secretary


    called in sick.


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    She was thankful somehow. She wasn''t sure how they''d interact after what happened.


    It''s the day before Thanksgiving when her Aunt Ruth asked her if she wants to join her watch a music


    be a waste. Grey and Tucker will be staying with the kids so she agreed to apany her.


    It is a ssical musicpetition so she had to dress for the asion and forget about her


    stilettos while her Aunt Ruth wears a silver below the knee long sleeve dress paired with her silver


    heels.


    Her Aunt Ruth drives her husband''s ck car and when they arrived, she saw the people wearing


    formal dresses and tuxedos heading towards the music hall entrance. They went to take their seats


    next to her Aunt Ruth''s colleagues and friends.


    "One of my colleague''s niece will be joining thepetition." Aunt Ruth eximed. "She was the one


    who gave me the tickets. We''re just in time for thepetition to start."


    The lights on the stage dimmed as the host wees the guests. She loves listening to music but


    she''s not a ssical music junkie. The firstpetitor yed the piano which she enjoyed. The


    audience gave a warm of apuse.


    The nextpetitor yed the violin and she admired how beautifully it was done by the young kid. It


    was so good she couldn''t take her eyes off of her on the stage.


    She joined the audience in pping their hands before the nextpetitor was called on stage.


    And she''s beyond disbelief. She saw Pierre on stage wearing a ck tuxedo, sitting on a chair with a


    cello in front of him. Her mouth dropped in shock.


    "A—August, isn''t that your schoolmate Pierre?" Aunt Ruth asked her in awe.


    All she could do is nod at her as Pierre started to y his piece. He really looked good and he ys so


    well, too. His music was so soft that she felt the sadness in his music.


    Her eyes were glued to him and she only realized it''s over when people gave him a standing ovation,


    even her Aunt Ruth rises to her feet and pping her hands.


    She stands up and only looked away from the stage when Pierre left for the exit and she could hear her


    Aunt Ruth sniffed. She then hands her a tissue.


    "W—What''s that for?" She asked.


    "You''re also in tears, dear." Her Aunt Ruth said.


    "W—What?" She touches her right cheek and realized her tears. "I didn''t—"


    "You were moved, too? I didn''t realize how good Pierre is with his music until now. For a cello, at that!


    He''s an amazing kid. I''m looking forward to their performance tomorrow although it may not be as


    moving as this. We should see him after thepetition and maybe have dinner with—"


    Her Aunt Ruth''s word faded as her thoughts lingered on Pierre''s sad performance. What is it? I know


    I''ve felt that same kind of sadness from him in the past.


    Then she remembered the night of the concert when he said something about the people he loves


    being taken by someone or something, when he said thest song was about her.


    That''s it! That was the same sadness!


    She wondered what happened that made him this sad.


    Who was it? What happened?


    He never mentioned this to her in his emails and settled telling her that he''s busy with practice. He also


    didn''t say anything when her Aunt Ruth invited him and his band for dinner at their house.


    So it seemed to her that he''s keeping this side of him from people he knows.


    Why do I have this feeling that he really nned joining thispetition and used the band as an


    excuse toe here?


    Her Auth Ruth insisted to wait for Pierre when thepetition ended. Too bad, Pierre and her Aunt


    Ruth''s niece didn''t win the first prize but it was a very memorable experience for her.


    She was quietly standing next to her Aunt Ruth. She told Flynn about her attending with her aunt so


    Flynn never bothered sending her any messages.


    "Oh! There he is!" Aunt Ruth said in jest and grabbed her arm to approach Pierre who now changed his


    clothes—wearing his University hoodie, jeans and sneakers while carrying his cello on the back and his


    backpack.


    He looked surprised to see them, almost looking pale. She saw him taking a step back and halted with


    his look pinned on her.


    Pierre had no choice but greet them and bowed his head. Her Aunt Ruth kept talking about how good


    his performance was and invited him to dinner. All she did was watch Pierre as he avoided looking in


    her eyes.


    "What do you think, Pierre?" Aunt Ruth asked.


    He kept quiet for a few seconds.


    She took that chance to speak. "Congrattions, Pierre! It was a wonderful performance." She smiled


    at him.


    For the first time, he looks at her in the eyes and saw how his expression softened and nodded at


    them. "Thank you, and yes, it would be nice to have dinner with you." He agreed but it seemed to her


    that he''s only saying it to her.


    "I''ll get the car." Aunt Ruth said and left them.


    She cleared her throat and suddenly felt the awkwardness filling the air between them. "I d—didn''t


    know you y the cello."


    He smiled. "No one knows until today."


    She looked at him. "W—Why? I mean, you''re so good with the cello. You should pursue it besides the


    band!"


    He stared at her, as if she said something surprising then he smiled, looking away from her eyes. "You


    think?"


    She looked at him and saw his smile still not reaching his eyes. "I don''t see any reason for you not to.


    Is this the reason why you needed tutoring?"


    He chuckled, and again she could still the sadness in his eyes. "Yes. Since the ident, I—" He


    stopped, realizing he''s starting to open up to her. He cleared his throat. "I—I''m sorry. I—I was, what I


    mean is,"


    She smiled. "It''s okay, Pierre. We don''t need to talk about it."


    They were both quiet while waiting for her Aunt Ruth. She then saw her Aunt Ruth driving turning


    towards them from the parking area. She was about to step forward for them to wait near the curb


    when Pierre started talking.


    "She was my music teacher back in London and my girlfriend. S—She was the one who encouraged


    me to learn cello and we''re supposed to study music together but she had an ident."


    "Where is she now?"


    He smiled sadly, almost in tears. "She can''t remember who I was."