Some of her old fears rose to the surface. The ones he'd planted in her brain years ago. Would she be good enough ? Would the wood and strings dance under her bow like she knew they could? Yes - dammit - they would this time. The weeks and months of concentration, practice , the sore fingers - the ridges in her fingertips. It would pay off this time. They would be shown - and the air would sparkle with the music she knew was in her heart.

It would be right this time......