I truly couldn't believe that I was in the midst of the crowd that I had already imagined in my head.

"Jen, promise you won't ever leave me here," I said a bit loudly, as the annoyingly loud music seemed to be enjoyed by everyone except me.

"Hey, I would never leave you. Cross my heart," she replied, raising her five fingers to emphasize her point, which made me raise an eyebrow.

"What's with the look? You doubt that I'd risk the most precious thing in my life? My fingers, I mean. They're valuable because without them, I wouldn't be a famous violinist – that's my dream," she explained, which...