I knew that the perfect way to get myself back into my life was to go back to the way I used to be before Berklee — a small, but loud soprano in the school choir. Ms. Reeds, my music teacher and the choir adviser, did not think twice about letting me back into the choir. She even said that she had missed my voice while I was gone, and she did not find anyone else to replace me in the choir.

"I'm glad you're back, ma chère," she told me before I exited the room.

"Me, too," I replied.

"Now all I need is that... Aidan, was it?" Her eyebrows furrowed. "He quit the school band, too, and he was my best drummer. Heard of him?"

I blinked and replied, "No, I've never heard of anyone with that name."

"Shame. Must be an upper class kid, perhaps?"

I shrugged. Glancing at my watch, I realized that I was ten minutes late to that meet-up with my friends. Alya was waiting for me out in the corridor, and it just so happened that this re-audition got quite narrative.

"He quit a little over six months ago. He seemed pretty down then," she said. "I would love for him to come back, but I haven't really seen him after that."

As soon as I got out, Alya pulled me into the side with a wide-eyed smile, "So, did you get back in?"

"Yeah, I did." I replied.

"Wait, why do you look so down?" She asked, raising an eyebrow. "Aren't you happy, or what?"

"It's nothing," I said, shaking my head. "I just... I felt like I was missing something."

"You probably just got a bit uneasy because it's your first time to be back out here again after the accident. Come on, our friends are waiting for us!"

I let her take my hand and we ran towards the north end of the school where Juleka and Rose were.