But I stopped him. “Wait, don’t wake him. Why don’t you just leave him with me? I mean—he’s already here, and who is this sitter, anyway?”
“Some teenager Melissa knows.” Vincent furrowed his brow and gave me a direct look. “Don’t you have any plans?”
“Lei is rehearsing all weekend and I have some work to do.” I hadn’t seen Lei in three days. I missed him. A lot
“Right. Right.” Vincent nodded. “So when’s Lei gonna start auditioning for parts again?”
Professor Baumgartner thought that Lei was ready, but Lei refused to audition for anything until he felt completely confident. He wasn’t satisfied with his range. Swore he’d lost too many notes on the higher scale, but Douglas had told me Lei’s voice had never been more textured. He’d never sang with more emotion. He often had people in tears. Well, those who were lucky enough to assist his rehearsals.
Myself, I had yet to hear Lei sing live. But it would come. Like all other things between us.