Putting my plate down on his coffee table, I faced him. "I'm going to tell you something sad, but please don't worry about if I'm still hurt or anything like that. For the most part, I'm really okay." I could tell he felt a little lost. "I'm only saying this because you fought with your brother. So when I was twelve, my brother came back from college and told my parents he didn't feel like a guy. He said he hated looking at this person in the mirror that wasn't him. It was killing him on the inside. He planned to become a female, and my father lost it." I whispered that last part.

"He was so angry he almost had a heart attack. He told my brother to never come back to his house ever again... not until he 'got his head on straight'. My brother, he tried. He tried as hard as he could to change himself to be more like what my father wanted, but that just made him hate himself more. No one talked about it. Then, a year later, he committed suicide, and only a few days after that, we each got letters in the mail from him. Mine was him telling me how much he loved me, and wanted me to be the best Guinevere in the history of Guineveres, and also to take care of his puppy, Taigi. To my parents, he said that he loved them, even though he knew he disgusted them, and that he hoped they could one day forgive him. My father cried for weeks, and my mom couldn't even get out of bed." I hated talking about my past. I had told no one this, not even Sebastian.

"When I go home and hug my father, I always wonder if he regrets what he said to my brother, if he would have preferred to have two daughters instead of one daughter and a dead son. The only reason I'm saying this to you - and I'm sorry for making this evening so depressing - is because hearing Logan felt like I was hearing my brother. The same thing, just this time it's about music. Is it really the same? No. Yes. I'm not sure. All I know is, we all get one life, and it's hard enough without the people we love trying to stop us from completing our dreams. Could he go out there and completely fail as a musician? Sure. It happens to millions of people, and I'm sure there will be more than enough people who will tell him he isn't any good, or that he will never make it. Believe me, I know, because I've met all of them."