SIXTY TWO

"Did you get in?" Drake's voice echoes through the speaker as I talk with him on the phone while doing my energy balance assignment on my bed. It has been six days since he left, and I'm still surviving in my early weeks of college.

"Nope," I say. "I changed my mind. I didn't audition for it."

"Why?" He sounds surprised. "I thought you liked it."

"I do." I sigh. "I'd love to play the piano with a full orchestra. But there's this guy from South Korea who is so good. And I'm nothing compared to him”. I laugh.

“You’re joking right?” He pauses. ‘’ You didn’t really want it’’.

“ The team seems so driven. They participate in a lot of competitions. I don’t think I can do it. I don’t want to play with such pressure. Let me just enjoy playing it as a hobby”. I grin

“As you wish, Ches.” Drake laughs. “How’s study so far?”

"So far so good," I say, biting my pen as I scan the rest of my homework. "But there's this research the lecturer asked us to do, and it's quite challenging." I hate it