Page 288 of His Virgin Romance Series

“Um… I’ve been procrastinating a little on my work,” I admitted. “In addition to finding a place to live, I also need to find a job so that I could afford a place to live.”

“Have you applied anywhere?”

“Denison’s Appliance Hut, the Waffle House, and Fresh Farm Ice Cream Parlor.”

“Ah, I know the owner of Fresh Farm,” Professor Milton told me. “I can put in a good word on your behalf.”

“Would you?” I asked. “I can use all the help I can get.”

“No problem; it’s done.”

I shook my head at her and smiled. “You really are my favorite professor.”

Professor Milton laughed. “Flattery… my old friend,” she joked. Then her tone grew a little more serious. “Just remember to spend time on your music too. I know you have a lot to deal with, but you need to focus on the things you’re passionate about. Feeding your soul is important.”

“Thanks.” I nodded.

After Professor Milton left, I turned back to the piano and started playing. Then I stopped and took out my phone. I set the recorder on and started playing once more. I let the notes flow out of me seamlessly. My hands moved where they wanted to. I didn’t think about the kind of melody I wanted to create. I just let it come without thinking about it… or anything else.

There was so much I wanted to achieve. I wanted to write great music, I wanted to play in concerts, and one day I wanted to teach music to a new generation and inspire young adults the way that Professor Milton had inspired and encouraged me. But my goals were not limited to my career alone. I wanted to have a family one day, I wanted to find a partner to raise children with. I wanted to create the kind of life for my kids that I had never had growing up.

It was odd, but somehow that seemed a more far-fetched dream than any of my career goals. I wondered if having a perfect little family of my own was too much to ask for. If I had to settle for music and music alone, would I be content with that?

I felt my phone beep in my pocket, and I checked the alert. Apparently, the apartment finder app I had joined had found another potential match for me and had sent me a new address. I decided that I would make an appointment for tomorrow morning so that I could see the apartment and meet my potential roommate. I was nervous already.

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