Chapter 60

Lei walked back to his keyboard and turned it off. “That I’m a failure. Washed out.”

I tensed, those words feeling like ice down my back. “A failure?”

He nodded. This was his truth. What he’d be struggling with in the last weeks. “But that’s all I have left in me. I won’t sing those complex arias anymore, Micah. I just won’t. And you know I tried. I fucking tried, working eight hours a day with Douglas or alone, and I did everything he asked, but that wellI used to reach deep inside of me, that pool of strength and bravado, full of feelings—celestial, almost godlike feelings—has dried up, or turned shallow—I don’t know.” He glanced down at his music sheets. “I can sing as well as I used to. But only technically.” He locked eyes with me. “Artistically, I’m no good anymore.”