"Huh?"
I've never held a guitar before. I don't know the strings, the chords. Five minutes ago, he handed me one of his acoustics and told me to play. I've worked out the first three notes to Happy Birthday.
"The fingering," he says. "Most people don't put enough pressure on the string to change the note. You're figuring it out and you've never done this before."
A year ago, I didn't want to come to New York. I've spent the last nine months figuring it out. Now I have the opportunity to leave and I'm not ready.
"If you stay here, and you fight and you fight and you get what you came here to do, will that have been worth it? This is all there is, right? So why not?"
I spent three years learning a promise is no good if keeping it hurts. I'm keeping two promises right now: find out what you can do; I don't run, I walk away from what's unsustainable.
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