I do my best to keep my mind in the present by working on my spring project. Alone in my room, I sift through the research I’ve compiled for my spring project—books and articles from musicologists, theorists, biographers, and others, some debating Beethoven’s genius, others questioning whether th...
He wipes one hand against the other. “Do you need help?” I ask, each word coming out as if I’ve never said them before, because I’m not sure what to say or do. “No, I’m totally fine. But I have a feeling you might need help, Aria.” He gestures to the long stretch of sidewalk in front of us, the r...