Her natural talent was every bit as remarkable as her mother Nora’s—perhaps even more so.
The piece she played, *Moonlight*, was notoriously difficult. It was a staple in competitions—many could perform it, but few could truly move their audience with it.
Over the years, no matter who tried their hand at *Moonlight*, there always seemed to be something missing, a certain subtlety that set the original apart. Yet Stella’s performance was astonishingly close to capturing that very essence.
Mr. Walden found himself genuinely surprised.
Oblivious to Mr. Walden’s reaction, Mr. Burton chuckled and asked, “Walden, you know I’m no expert when it comes to music. Tell me, what do you think of this girl’s violin playing?”
Mr. Walden snapped out of his thoughts. “She’s impressive—undeniably talented, and skilled too.”
Mr. Burton pressed further. “And how does she compare to your star pupil, Rachel?”
Mr. Walden hesitated, immediately sensing Mr. Burton’s intention. He’d known the man long enough to read between the lines.
“Mr. Burton, is this the musical prodigy you wanted to introduce me to?”
But Mr. Burton only smiled, teasing, “There was the girl at the piano, the boy with the violin, and the younger child on violin as well. All three have talent. Why are you so sure I meant her?”
Mr. Walden gave a resigned smile. “Is this about taking on a new student? Did she come to you complaining because I turned her down?”
Mr. Burton raised his eyebrows, a knowing glint in his eyes. “Complaining? Walden, you’ve always been fair and impartial. Why make a snap judgment about someone you hardly know? That’s never been your way. Unless—someone’s been whispering in your ear?”
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