The violin shone with a deep-orange-brown finish, slick ebony fingerboard, rounded tuning pegs, and chin rest. As the store clerk placed it on my shoulder, I could smell fresh varnish and see no scratches on its finish, a sign that it was a brand new instrument, not someone else's cast off.
My parents made it clear that they would only rent this violin by the month, citing my unwillingness to cooperate with piano lessons with my mother.
It was January when I took home the violin. All the other students in third grade had begun lessons in September when the school music teacher measured our hands, looked at our mouths, teeth, and cheeks to determine which instrument was the best fit. Violin was his choice for me then. I was already four months behind my classmates when my lessons began.
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