Book 1.

For him, music was the meaning of life, like a drug: it was quickly addictive and a dose was required every day. Sometimes it seemed to me that his blood consisted not of liquid plasma, red blood cells, leukocytes and platelets, but of notes, chords and sounds. My favorite guitar, which I never parted with day or night; leather jacket, ripped jeans and the ever-present “Lucky Strike”. This guy was not interested in anything else - he lived music, breathed music, was music. From our first meeting, I knew that I would never become as important and significant for him as she was. I knew... But I still plunged into his world to be at least a little closer. To love music the same way he did, but instead... I fell in love with Sean Evans completely and irrevocably.

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