It was November 19th, a Wednesday, the same day he came into my life. Hi, I'm Yanni, I'm 16 years old and the only cello in the orchestra. Well... was the only cello in the orchestra until he showed up. " Okay class we have a new student today, everybody say hello to Jeffrey." (That was Mr. Septi my first period math teacher.) Of course I totally wasn't paying attention. I was doodling on the side of my notebook. I knew I could get the notes off Grace, the A student of Mr. S's class. Jeffrey sat next to me I was too busy thinking about what I was going to eat for dinner. It was either Pizza from a really crappy restaurant down the street; or last night's leftover spaghetti that Mom insisted on making because, I "love" spaghetti. It would be crappy Pizza because I've been eating that damn spaghetti since I was alive. Flying past English and Bio skip to 4th period Art. Next door I hear cello music; thinking I missed my lesson with Mrs. Yeho, I rush through the crowed halls to get to her room. When I finally emerge from the sea of kids I open the door slowly. To my surprise the new kid was there... using my cello. He was playing Ophélie Gaillard... I recognize the tune anywhere - that was my audition piece for Juilliard...