Echoes of the Norwegian Dance
Language: en
The third time my childhood friend brought up that poor girl, I laughed and teased him. "You really did have a thing for her back then, didn't you?" I said. His expression turned serious. He wanted to correct me. "Cleo, don't make jokes like that," he said earnestly. "She was different from us. She was self-respecting and never looked down on anyone who worked hard." I pouted, feeling slighted. Eventually, they both ended up at Julliard, the top music school in the country. I smashed my violin, moved across the ocean, and changed my major to finance. The bitter rivalry between the…