[&]Her eyes were closed. The violin rested on her shoulder and the notes that filled the room were touching and warm. The piece was coming to an end as she finished the last bridge and then added a few extra high notes. Her green eyes opened to look at the old man. She was one of the few patients who had regular visitors. Being a musical prodigy or genius she couldn't be totally cut off from the world for long. The man who was elderly with gray hair and a receding hair line his skin with was wrinkled and pale. The man's name was Kostos Ventilla a famous Italian composer. He also served as a grandfather like figure to Summer.

[&]"Bravo Vaby. Vo very Beativul."He bragged in his heavy accent. "Thank-you Bapi." She said quietly. His praise meant most for he was such an important figure in her life. He smiled is old polite smile and stood up. He was bent slightly forward and wobbled when he walked. Yet his eyes were as young and exciting as they had been years ago. "I vust depart Vaby. I vish you to vmprove. Good-Bye." He said in shaky English before he turned and hobbled out the door and down the stairs.

[&]Summer sank down against the wall her colorful Aqua skirt reached her knees and her stiff shirt button down t-shirt clung gently to her small delicate frame. She sighed had set the violin down in her lap. Good would never be good enough. She hoped to one day be listed with the greatest composers and instrumentalist and Bapi always told her that she stood a chance. She settled back against the wall and started the piece over hoping that this time it would be truly perfect.