I want you to play for me,” he told her as he passed the violin back.
Her elegant fingers gripped the neck of her Stradivarius as she gently pulled it up and rested it on her left shoulder. She turned her chin, so it sat perfectly in the chin rest at the base of the lower bout.
“What would you like me to play?” she asked, closing her eyes.
“Something you want me to hear.

Author: Ella Frank