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“What?” I asked, but I knehere this was going

My dad ran his hands over his head, big beefy hands that had no hair to s him like this

“I knoe had a deal Pass your government test, collect your diplo, but Trevor, the seizure changes things”

Soht eye as I clenched and unclenched my hands I hated that word almost as much as I hated those three little letters, the ones I sahen I closed my eyes: TBI “It was one seizure,” I finally

got out

“There could be more”

“You think I don’t know that? It’s all I think about The only tiht eye was throbbing as ulp of air “Music is my life, Dad New York and Nathan was et to where I’m supposed to be if you take New York away from me?”

He took those few steps until he was inches frolassy and shiny Geez, I wasn’t sure if I could deal with this right no could I keep it together when he was about to lose it?

“I’ive ht arm if it meant that you could have your dreams Hell, I would cut both of the you want Everything that you deserve But we gotta be realistic here It ht be time…” He scrubbed at his face “Ah, hell”

“Tiet the words out

“It ht be time for a plan B, Trevor Time to maybe find another dream”

I couldn’t believe he was saying this to ether

“I don’t have another dreaot”

I felt e it and kind of sick to my stomach too Because the raw truth of it was exactly that Music was everything to et it back? Who would I be?

Nobody