“So I broke it.”
Then he snapped the piece of wood in half.
The entire room gasped.
I laughed so hard I choked.
Danny grinned.
“No measuring.”
People started clapping.
Not huge applause.
Not yet.
Just scattered claps that grew.
Danny waited until they stopped.
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Then he reached into the box again.
There were more things.
Of course there were.
He had been in that garage since January.
He pulled out a tiny wooden piano.
Mia from orchestra whispered, “Oh my God.”
It was crude.
Just a little rectangle with black lines burned across the top.
But I knew that too.
“You quit piano,” Danny said.
I stared at him.
“When you were 15.”
He looked toward the audience.
“She was good.”
I shook my head.
