Chapter 15 · free to read
Four in the morning, the ninth of April. Nine hours to Bangkok if nothing goes wrong.
He had sat in the conservatory waiting room in Bangkok for exactly eleven minutes, at nine in the morning, four hundred and thirty kilometres away. That is what he would have done, if he had gone.
Ninety-six. The highest score anyone had put on that board in four years.
Two bars of nothing, at the top of the national final, in the rain. It was still the most dangerous thing on the setlist.
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