Alex storms into her apartment and throws her prized violin to the couch and relaxes herself on the other end. 'Prodigy,' she thinks to herself, 'that's all I've ever been since I picked up a violin!'

She was bored with it. She honestly was. She started violin in 6th grade in attending her middle school. Her mom, being from France, wanted her to study French as a second language. Alex spent most of middle school focusing on violin, and French, because they were her passion. Come time for her to get her job, her dad refused to sign the work papers, because he wanted her to keep music and language as her main focus.

So the only jobs she was ever allowed to have, were ones like what she just came home from. A violin gig. A string quartet. Yeah, she makes good money, $40 an hour, but she only plays maybe 3 hours. And even so, it is the same music every time.

Her hard work in school did pay off, because she didn't even apply to Juilliard School of the Arts, and was accepted. They had heard about her and sent Talent Scouts to see her.

So off to Juilliard she went, to study French and Music, which brings us to where she is now. Having graduated a few months ago, she moved into a place with her childhood best friend, Ben, who had planned to be her roommate for years.

It was 9:30 pm, and she hadn't eaten dinner, so she went to find something to eat. There was a Post-it on the fridge from Ben.

Hey, Buttercup!

If you're reading this, you're home (duh!). I made spaghetti for dinner, no meat, how you like it! It's in the green container. I am staying at Felix's house tonight. Have fun and get yourself a girlfriend or a date!

-Ben

"Thank god he's staying with his boyfriend tonight! I don't want to hear them go at it again!" she says out loud.

She grabbed the pasta out and glimpsed at her hand, seeing 10 digits she forgot were there, and a name. Joanne. At her gig tonight, they were taking a water break, and as Alex reached out with her left hand to flip the music, a mocha hand reached out and grabbed her hand. She stared, jaw dropped as the girl wrote her name and number on her hand. All she could say was, "How did you know I was gay?"

The mocha woman smirked and said, "You're the only female violinist I've seen perform in pants and a tie, and one of the only girls who keeps cutting their curls shaggy. And my friend saw you eyeing me over your stand. You must memorize music. I'd love to hear you play." With that she winked and walked away, but kept her eyes on Alex all night.

Alex didn't want to seem desperate, but since she's left handed, during dinner she kept seeing the number on the back of her hand, so she sent one text saying "Joanne, its Alex Koch. The violinist. I was wondering your last name so I could add you as a contact."

In a minutes time she had a reply "Jefferson. Joanne Jefferson. You probably found my approach to you weird, but I will explain it over dinner…say, tomorrow at 7 at the café down the street from your performance?"

She replied, "Sure, see you then. I have to shower now. Being a musician is actually hard work, not that anyone believes that." She showered and then read some of her favorite book, Wicked: The Life and Times of the Wicked Witch of the West before going to bed.