I had to find some friends would would like me for the right reasons when I first started studying here.
One unlikely friend was a certain composer in training.
She was tuning up her cello in the hallway of the music center at Leyden Avalon.
I was about to go to music appreciation class during my first semester. She wasn’t part of my mentor group with some other freshmen. I haven’t seen her in the international students meetings, so she had to be from here although she does look ethnic.
“Can I help you with something?” This mousy voice was directed towards me.
I cleared my throat before answering the cellist.
“Umm, I was looking for one of the practice rooms. I was told to look at them for part of an assignment.”
“They’re downstairs.” She pointed with her bow.
“Thanks, what was your name?”
“Yasmina. I’m a music composition major here.”