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Chapter4:AGeniusGuitarist—andTermsYou’tRefuse
Crastaredcoldlyatthehandpressedagainstherbasshenliftedhereyestotheseniorinfrontofher—theoneeveryonecalleda“genius.”
She’dheardhisnamebefore.
ElianShen.
Astarstudentinthesenior-yearscetrack,aSagittarius,det-lookinginthateffortlesslypopurway—andterrifyinglygoodatguitar.Healwayscarriedanauraofsunlitfidehekindthatdrewgirlslikegravity.Rumorhadithisfamilywaswell-off.HelivedinTianmu.AndthatexpensiveFenderonhisback?Supposedlyjustonepieawholecolleinhisroom.
Aboyedinthatkindofhalo—someonewhocoulddowhateverhewanted—
andagirllikeher,tingsandlivingonteaeggsjusttosavesixtydolrsforrehearsalfees…
Theybeloodifferentworlds.
“Letgo.”Cra’svoicestayedcalm,buthergazewassharpasabde.
Eliandidgo.
Instead,hesmiled—asmilefulloffidendjustahintofshamelessness.
“Iknowwhatyou’reworriedabout.”Heleanedinslightlyandloweredhisvoice,speakingatavolumeonlythetwoofthemcouldhear.“Yourweeklyallowanceisfivehundred,right?Rentingrehearsalrooms,keepingthatfive-stringbassinshape—it’sbeensqueezingtheairoutofyouforawhilenow.”
Cra’spupilstightened.
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