I picked up my violin and slipped it under my chin. I was still in a hospital gown, but I didn't care. I warmed up my strings and put my fingers down. There was no one else in my room. It was dull and quiet. This must've been the day where I first mastered Devil's Trill, one of the hardest pieces a violinist could play. This was when I was eight. I remember how proud I was to play this. I felt like I could really do anything. What had I done with my life?All Rights Reserved