I think about our friend Dave a lot. I like to imagine him sitting with us in class again, asking weird and complicated questions and spending hours and hours agonising over a piece to present to the class. I can imagine him in our new conducting class, totally owning it, me giggling a little while he conducts enthusiastically and expressively and flawlessly. Drinking water out of a milk bottle. Harmonising under his breath as we sing chord progressions as a class. Wearing thongs in winter.
Everyone has those little details, those little ticks in their characters that make them who they are. Sometimes I worry that if I try to remember all of the ticks from the people I lose I won't have any room left for anything else. Everything about me becomes ticks, flaws and little odd behaviours.
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