Emma Rose Demi [better] Official

It was a heavy name for a slight girl with knobby knees and eyes the color of rain-washed asphalt. But Emma wore the weight well, channeling all that inherited longing into the only place it made sense: her violin.

A gifted but anxious violinist, haunted by the ghost of her deceased mentor, must learn that perfection isn't found in flawless technique, but in the raw, imperfect note that comes from the heart. Emma Rose Demi was named for three women she never met: her grandmother Emma, a farmer’s wife who never left Kansas; her aunt Rose, a nurse who sang opera to premature babies; and her mother’s best friend, Demi, who painted sunsets but died before she turned thirty. emma rose demi

She didn’t understand. She only understood control. It was a heavy name for a slight

For one horrifying second, her bow hovered above the strings, and her mind went white. The orchestra faltered. Emma Rose Demi was named for three women

They were wrong. They didn't belong in Tchaikovsky. They clashed, a bitter, jarring chord that made a cellist in the back row wince.