He’s always protected me since I was eight years old, the neglected girl he took off the street and raised as his own. Laszlo can feel what music needs instinctively. He can tell what I need.

My world shattered the night of my eighteenth birthday and he still hasn’t forgiven me for what I did. I’m not asking him to love me, touch me, take me to bed. What I want goes deeper than that and I have to say this out loud because it’s one thing that music won’t be able to tell him.

I want what only Laszlo can give me. I want to be his protégé again. And this time, I’m going to be so good for him.

Yes, maestro.

Yes, sir.

Yes, daddy.