As my bow glides across the strings music slowly begins to fill my ears. With every vibrato my mind races through the memories and the moments that brought me here. The endless practice, the moments of failure and success. Every one of those little things have made me who I am. As I play the last note and look into the crowd I see an endless sea of unrecognizable faces. That's the price I had to pay. Endless practices meant no time. I guess it's okay to be alone. Right?