When Hana Hashimoto announced that she had signed up for the talent show and that she would be playing the violin, her brothers nearly fell out of a tree laughing.
“It’s a talent show,” said Kenji. “You’re still a beginner.”
“You can barely play a note,” said Koji. “You’ll be a disaster.”
Hana squared her shoulders and took her violin and bow inside. She pulled at the strings, letting them twang. It was true that she was still a beginner. She had only been to three lessons. The first time she’d held a real violin had been that summer, while visiting her grandfather in Japan.
Long, long ago, Ojiichan had been a violinist for a great symphony orchestra. He still played every morning. From his study, the clear, bright notes…
