Clara stood up, wiped her face, and tuned her guitar to his frequency.
2 rating, perhaps something more upbeat or a period piece set in the jazz age? 8.2 / 10 DramaMusic...
She stopped. A moment later, she played the sequence again, correctly this time. Clara stood up, wiped her face, and tuned
He didn't play a concerto. He couldn't. Instead, he sat on his floor and drew the bow across the strings, producing a single, long, vibrato-heavy note that vibrated through the floorboards and into Clara’s spine. It was a note of pure, unadulterated persistence. A moment later, she played the sequence again,
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 world didn't end with a bang or a whimper; for Elias Thorne, it ended with a C-sharp.