Orchestra Stories

Michelle Miller stood in front of the mirror, toweling off the last of the water droplets clinging to her skin. The shower had helped, but her thoughts were still restless—pacing behind her eyes like a student waiting for permission to speak. She wasn’t even sure why she’d agreed to this. A concert? With a former student? But the email had been thoughtful. Polite. Mrs. Miller, There’s this one-night show coming up—Nocturn...