Read this excerpt from “The Bridge.”I gaped at him, my mouth open like a fish scooping in bugs. Not play in the band? Give up my music? Why didn’t they just ask me to cut out my heart? I sat there staring at my father as though he had just turned into an alien, because for me he had. I didn’t know what in the world I was going to do. I could no more renounce my music than I could give up breathing.