Something I couldn’t describe with physics.“You need to focus your time on getting your classes finished,” Em said as I sat strumming my guitar ...n Sunday morning. “I know some of these things like physics and business math come easy to you but even as a musician, you need to have a solid enough foundation to proceed at the National School. You’ll get more art and music training, but they aren’t going to let you slide by without history, English, and science.”“I suppose you’re right,” I said.. .The steady pulse of guitars and drums worked their magic and it wasn'tlong before I drifted into a catatonic stupor. One song bled into thenext until I was only vaguely aware of the roar in my ears. How muchtime passed, I couldn't say (I knew I'd run through the entire play listat least once, the songs were beginning to repeat) when I noticed asound that wasn't part of the music. It was low and gruff and so distantthat at first it was barely audible. As it grew in volume, I began torecognize. ” I was getting hotter, I could feel the sweat on my forehead building up. It wasn't going to be long before I was dripping. “First day? You must be nervous.” She placed her hand on my leg and started massaging my knee. She slowly slid her hand up my thigh “Perhaps you need something to calm you down.” He hand continued to climb up my inner thigh. I took a deep breath and held. She moved her beautiful red lips right up the my ear and whispered, “perhaps I could help you get rid of those. And apart from asking about the drinks, you didn’t even do your thing to tell him not to run or anything. You didn’t even tell him to forget you did it.”“I don’t have to.” Helen replied. “Byroni Medina is my father. Wade Parker is just the asshole who came in my mom. I know what it’s like to have no loyalty or respect for your donor. He gets it.”Chase returned with his wife, pretending to be excited about their surprise guest. She started to drop to one knee when Helen made a gesture that said.