When we talked about college
Four years away for you
Five for me
You want to go to MIT
"Math", you said
4.7% acceptance rate
Buddy, trust me, if anyone can make it it's you and that's not even bias,
They're not going to know what hit them.
I
Want to go to Berklee
Actually
I don't know
Something with music somewhere in the world doing something somehow
Is what my future looks like
As long as there's music in it I'm good
Berklee
Because the conductor
The guy
The guy who taught me rhythmic silences and what actual dynamics are and how to do well-done sforzandos and why it matters and he gave me reasons,
He gave me every reason,
Somehow all that in two days,
And so I want to be him now,
And so I want to go to the college he teaches at,
Chase him down,
Hope he's not retired by then,
And say "Hey
Remember me from seventh grade
You showed me how to do sforzandos for real"
And learn my butt off
That's my plan.
I could focus on English
The one other thing I'm good at
Why would I?
Why on earth would I?
Whatever makes me happiest I suppose.
Not sure.
We'll work on it.
I have a while.
Anyway, I digress.
If
You went there
And I went there
We'd both be in Boston -
Ten minutes apart,
One mile away from each other -
We could rent an apartment
(You could buy a house)
You could take a gap year
So we'd hit college at the same time
We could spend time
Be together
Whichever way you want it
I'll do whatever
Boston's not that far from
Our friends
Our families
But it's far enough
We could have lives
God, this sounds like a childish fantasy
Running away together
Sort of
I mean it'd be college
What do I know, anyway
But don't tell me you wouldn't want to
Even if we're just friends by then
We could still make each other happy
We could still make sense to each other
The future's uncertain
But I'm in if you are.
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