Mozart Was Crazy
It's true. We never forget our first love. Although, sometimes we should. The first time I saw her I was working at the circulation desk at the Music Library at the University of Miami. I'm not certain what score she checked out, but I made sure to make a note of her name. She was cute in an androgynous sort of way. Later that day, I emailed her at what I guessed was her University email address. I tried to be very non-descript just in case it wasn't her email. Her response was only "Are you the girl who works at the Music Library?" Busted. Next began a brief, whirlwind relationship. We spent all of our free time together. She was a classical piano major, but every time I had walked by the practice room she was playing in, she would stop to open the door so in two months, I never really heard her play an entire piece. A friend of mine, Dave, who was a Journalist in the Coast Guard stationed in Miami, took our photos in the Art quad on campus. Alana threatened to...