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Euphoria sets in—along with a whole boatload of endorphins. I
can’t remember why I was even thinking about giving it up.
Maybe that is insanity.
Everyone has to find their version of therapy. Running is mine.
I wonder what Troy’s is?
“Don’t you have something that you just have to do, even though
every time you do it you tell yourself you’re crazy to even try? But if
you don’t do it you feel even crazier?”
He keeps staring at the water. He’s silent so long I think he’s not
going to answer. I drop my head back and close my eyes.
“Music,” he finally says.
I lift back up on my elbows. “Music?”
“Whenever I play the guitar I feel like it’s a colossal waste of time,
but I can’t stop playing.” His voice is almost reverent. “I want to be
a musician.”
“That’s great,” I say.
He snorts. “Try telling my parents that.”
“The Travatas clan takes their heritage seriously.” Nicole exerts
enough energy to roll onto her side. “They believe all descendants
of Asklepios should pursue the medical profession.”
“So because your great-great-something was into medicine they
want you to be a doctor, too?” I ask.
“A neurosurgeon.” He laughs. “I couldn’t even stand to dissect
an earthworm in Level 4. How could I cut open a human skull?”
Ew. I shudder, but keep my disgust to myself. This is about Troy
and his passions.
“If you want to be a musician—if you can’t be anything else—then
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