Page 107 of Reinventing Cato
“This looks delicious.”
They both fell silent as they ate. Cato was relieved it tasted nice and that Vigge didn’t mind the lack of meat. If it wasn’t for how much he loved crispy smoked bacon, Cato could have turned vegetarian.
“This is really nice,” Vigge said. “Is there more of the nut loaf?”
“Yep.” Cato got up, cut him another slice and slid it onto his plate. “When you’re not so busy at work, would you like to go to Paris with me?”
Vigge’s eyes widened. “Isn’t that date number 379?”
Cato laughed. “My parents bought me two tickets to Disneyland Paris for Christmas. I don’t know how old they think I am. But I thought we could go for a weekend, do something fun as well. You could abseil down the Eiffel Tower while I watch.”
“Or?”
“Do a rollerblading tour, count skulls in the catacombs?”
“That sounds fun.”
“Do you want to consult your schedule and let me know a few weekends you might be able to get off and I’ll book the train and a hotel?”
“Okay.”
“Have you ever been there?”
“Paris, yes. Disneyland, no. Have you?”
“I went there on an orchestra trip when I was twelve. We did a concert inside the park. My parents came to watch. Devan was playing too.”
“Are you a member of any orchestras other than the one I saw?”
“No. Not enough time. You want to play now and have dessert later?”
“Okay. I’ll go and get my violin.”
“The electric one.”
Vigge nodded.
When he got back to the kitchen with his amp and violin, Cato was tuning up. He’d pushed the table to the edge of the kitchen and left them a space in the middle. Vigge plugged in his amp, then his violin, tightened his bow and checked the tuning.
“Need music?” Cato asked.
“Not unless you’re playing something insanely difficult.”
“I was thinking of Beethoven’s Sonata No. 9 or Paganini’s 24 Caprices.”
“Then I’ll sit and listen.” Vigge smiled. “Can you really play those without music?”
“Yep.” Cato launched into Vivaldi’sStorm, and when Vigge joined in, he caught Cato’s grin of delight.Oh God, this is fun.They kept glancing at each as they were playing, taking turns to do the runs, before coming together again, filling the room with music.
When the piece was done, Vigge exhaled. “Did you pick the fastest thing you could think of?”
“That’s not fast.” He leaned over and kissed Vigge on the lips. “You’re really good. I can’t tell you how happy that makes me.”
“You could try.”
“Very, very, very, happy.”
Vigge wasn’t sure how long they played but most of what Cato chose, he could manage to play too. The theme toBraveheart,Shape of Youby Ed Sheeran, Coldplay’sFix You,Cohen’sHallelujah,pieces byQueen, taking it in turns to play an accompaniment. When Cato finally launched into something Vigge didn’t know, he was content to take a break and listen.
