“You have one new massage.”
“First message. April 2nd, 2007, 6:15 am”
“Did you take my green pants?”
“(laughs) I totally did.”
“If you did, you’re a- you’re a bitch!”
“(gasp) Language Alex!”
“If not, I’m so sorry!”
“It’s fine kid, plus I left you that blue top, so no complaining,”
“Message end.”
“Message deleted. You have no new messages.”
“You have one new message.”
“First message. April 24th, 2007, 7:15 pm.”
“Sam! Guess what! Well, since you’re not there I’ll guess for you. ‘did your piano teacher ask you to perform the closing number for the fall recital?’ Why yes! what a very good guess!”
“Oh my god, really!? That’s awesome Alex!”
“I told him no obviously.”
“What?! No!”
“But I can’t believe he wanted me to be the closing act! We talked about the fact I don’t want to preform when I joined the class, and he didn’t say anything about it last year, but I’ve been practicing a lot. Especially since you’ve been gone, and I’ve had nothing better to do, but I didn’t think he’d notice! I mean, there’s no way I’m doing a performance, but I’m so excited he thought I would be good enough!”
“Alex-”
“Anyway, the only reason I called was because I was happy. I can’t tell Mom and Dad, or they’d make me do it. So, I thought of you and your impenetrable silence. This is one instance where I’m glad it seems you’ve decided you don’t have time for me anymore.”
“Fuck, Alex, it’s not like that.”
“Because I can talk as much as I want but no one is really listening.”
“I’m listening.”
“So, if I was brave enough to agree,”
“You are.”
“I think I’d want to preform Rachmaninoff’s concerto #2”
“Which you’d play beautifully, probably, I don’t know what that is.”
“It’s a bit difficult, but I think I could have it down by the recital if I really worked at it. I am probably going to practice it anyway.”
“Good. You should.”
“He was pretty upset when I said I didn’t want to.”
“Duh.”
“But I just can’t. In front of all those people? Just thinking about it makes me shutter. It’s not like I’m actually that good anyway.”
“Yeah, you are, or he wouldn’t have asked.”
“I love playing, but it’s better not to take it too seriously.”
“It’s a little late for that, kid. You’re already obsessed.”
“Okay, well this message is getting long, and I doubt you are listening to them anyway, so I’m going to hang up now. Bye Sam. I miss you.”
“Ugh, god I’m the fucking world’s worst sister ever.”
“Messa-”
“Message deleted. You have no new messages.”
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