Chapter 38

6 weeks later

Sweat beaded Addison's brow and she wondered if it was possible for all the bones in her wrist to spontaneously break so the misery of her current situation might finally end. Their spring performance was in less than a month and, according to Maestro, they were a masterpiece of a mess with Addison at the helm of their sinking ship.

For her part, Addison had no rhythm in her. She played as technically beautiful as always, but there was no soul, no effervescence, nothing that marked her music as uniquely hers. Everyone noticed, but no one knew what to say. Maestro threatened to revoke her position. He begged her to do better. He promised her his eternal gratitude and release from all future engagements if she simply found her damn music again. Still she played better than anyone else in his orchestra, so he couldn't replace her.