It sounded pretty good, she had to admit. “Excellent,” said David, after they’d played it through to the end twice. “There are a couple of tricky rhythms here, and here,” he pointed at places in her music, “and you’ll need to work on it in some places, but you’ve got a good ear for accompaniment and a nice touch.” “Thanks,” said Lindsay. “You’re pretty good too.” “Oh, and I told Mr. Thompson you’d be available for rehearsals for the musical, too,” he said casually. “I think once he hears how good you are, he’ll be pretty psyched to have you play for the performances.” Lindsay stared at him. “Thanks for letting me know!” “You’re welcome. Let’s take it from the top one more—oh, hold that thought!” David said as something caught his eye. In one quick motion, he handed her his clarinet and headed toward the door. “Yoo-hoo, Tiffany! Wait up a second!” he yelled as he ran into the hallway. Lindsay cringed. She remembered David saying that the name of the girl he was crushing on was Tiffany.
