He's always protected me since I was eight years old, the neglected girl he took off the street and raised as his own. Laszlo can feel what music needs instinctively. He can tell what I need. My world shattered the night of my eighteenth birthday and he still hasn't forgiven me for what I did. I'm not asking him to love me, touch me, take me to bed. What I want goes deeper than that and I have to say this out loud because it's one thing that music...