plugged them into the TV and settled back on the recliner to watch.
âSo, what do you have for music?â I asked the governor.
âI was counting on you, actually. Iâm not sure what Dan put in here. At least he remembered the new reeds I asked for.â She sifted through the sheet music in the box. âHow about these?â
We practiced for about an hour: Benny Goodman, a Cole Porter piece, some Sousa marches, âThe Star-Spangled Bannerâ and âAmerica the Beautiful,â which I played much, much better this time around. I decided not to show her the Mozart music Iâd brought along. I didnât think she was up to that, and I didnât want to embarrass her.
The governor wasnât bad. She wasnât good, either, but she wasnât bad. If we practiced some more, we might actually do well at this.
For a few minutes I even forgot where I was. When Iâm getting all the notes right, when everything is quiet and I can concentrate, I can go totally inside the music. Sometimes I donât want to come back out.
âThatâs real playing,â Mort had said to me once when I described the feeling to him. âThatâs what itâs all about.â
When we had finished playing, the governor looked at me and nodded. âNice. You have an ear.â
âTwo of them, actually,â I joked.
She smiled. âMusicality, I mean.â She told me about her family, how she grew up singing at church. She came from a big family, like Simonâs, and all her siblings would get together and sing as a group. âSometimes I loved it; sometimes I hated it, and it was the last thing I wanted to do. But the thing about music is that itâs kind of like public speaking. Learn the skill, and you can go many places with it.â
âThatâs what Mort always says about the clarinet! Learn it and you can learn any wind instrument afterward,â I said. âHeâs my music teacher,â explained.
âYou know, Iâve heard that, too. Clarinetâs the most versatile instrument in the world, isnât it? I read that somewhere.â She nodded. âYou know what, Aidan? Itâs been so long since I could actually just sit and talk with one person. No microphones.â
I sighed. âI know what you mean.â
She smiled at me. âThanks.â
âNo problem,â I said as I started to take apart my clarinet, removing the bell first.
âDonât be nervous about tomorrow. Iâve been on the show a hundred times,â the governor said. âNicest people in the world.â
âIâm not that nervous,â I said.
Then I started thinking about it. Everyone I knew watched that show. My parents watched it. Christopher. My grandparents. Simon and his family. Mort. T.J. The entire population of Fairstone. The entire country.
I reassembled my clarinet. âBut if itâs all the same to you, Governor, I think weâd better keep practicing,â I said.
That night I couldnât sleep. One, I was extremely nervous about this plan to be on Wake Up, America!
And speaking of waking up, our wake-up call was scheduled for five a.m., so we could get to the station at six and go on live at seven-something. What point was there in falling asleep if I had to get up that early?
Two, these days everything I did ended up on TV, anyway, or at least on YouTube. So why did we need to go to them ?
Three, if I played on TV, I wanted to be really, really, really good. I didnât want to be like the small-town freak show that should have stayed home. I wanted to show everyone that my slip-up on âAmerica the Beautifulâ was due to the fact Iâd been tackled by Secret Service agents, then frisked and suspected of terrorism. I was better than Iâd been that day. Much better. I didnât want Mort cringing when he heard me.
Four, Iâd promised to get revenge on Emma. How was I going to do that,
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