Please Mia," he implores. "Don't make me write a song.

What is the real question is not whether to be, but how to be?

By that point, it’ll have been more than year since I met Lulu. Any sane person would say it’s too late. It already felt too late that first day, when I woke up in the hospital. But even so, I’ve kept looking. I’m still looking.

Why get stained when getting dirty is so much more fun

And then Adam Wilde shows up at Carnegie Hall on the biggest night of my career, and it felt like more than a coincidence. It felt like a gift. From them. For my first recital ever, they gave me a cello. And for this one, they gave me you.

Closure. I loathe that word.

I am adrenaline slammed into inertia: a fast car stuck in traffic.