Beverly stood among the audience, her face carved into a gracious smile, but only she knew the gulf between her daughter and Rosemary was more than just a slight gap.
Rosemary's talent was leagues beyond her daughter's - a hundredfold, easily.
After years of attending violin concerts, Beverly had heard melodies that paled in comparison to even half of Rosemary's prowess.
It was clear that Louisa's daughter was something special, indeed.
In the crowd, someone complimented Rosemary, "I had no idea you were as skilled at chess as you are with the violin."
"You've blown me away just like Jamie Noelle did. If you weren't so young, I'd swear you were Jamie Noelle herself!"
"You've truly captured the soul of the piece. The last person to do so was Jamie Noelle."
"And if Jamie Noelle isn't looking to take on any protege, would you consider being mine?"
