The "Drama" of Elias’s life was quiet. It was the sound of a kettle whistling too long and the rhythmic thumping of his neighbor’s radiator. Then came Clara.
She moved into 4B with a chipped guitar case and a laugh that sounded like wind chimes. Clara was twenty-two, a runaway from a prestigious conservatory, possessing talent that was raw, jagged, and terrifying. She played in the subway tunnels, coming home late with fingers red from the cold and pockets full of sticky nickels. 8.2 / 10 DramaMusic...
Elias looked at his hands. They were shaking. He looked at his cello case. He took a breath, the first deep one in a decade, and opened the latches. The smell of rosin and aged wood filled the room. The "Drama" of Elias’s life was quiet