Elena’s povTwo months later — Vienna, Austria.

“Again from the beginning of that phrase, please.”

I lifted my fingers from the keys and glanced at the music coordinator standing beside the piano.

“You know, I’m beginning to think those few bars have something against me.”

He laughed. “I was going to say the same thing about you. You seem determined to win.”

“I don’t like leaving things unfinished.”

“Then we’re in agreement.”

I smiled and adjusted the sheet ...