Any discomfort on Jacob's part goes unremarked. Pointing it out would make it worse, Isaiah thinks. Instead he nods, happy enough to talk music. "There's a program in New York, of course. I've got my applications in, and everything, it's just a matter of try - outs and things like that. If I do well on my senior project, that will help a lot."

He smiles and points toward one of the games that just opened up. "Want to try that?"