FOUR children aged nine and ten sat on wooden benches in a semicircle. Their hands were holding small, transparent yellow cubes the size of a paper eraser named rosin. The four of them compactly smeared their favorite violin strings with the object earlier. Today is an important day. The violins must produce a beautiful tone. Ahmed, one of the little violinists, is tuning his violin carefully. Last month, the G string broke. Luckily there was Mrs. Colleen who accompanied him to Athens specifically to buy the best quality strings.
Before them the Steinway grand piano was moved from the Apollo room to the great hall. Ten members of the choir were already in their positions. Four eleven-year-old sopranos, two eight-year-old altos, two seventeen-year-old tenors, and two seventeen-year-old bassists. The sheet music is already there, along with the scores containing the musical notes.
