Her heart raced as if it needed to keep up with the speed of her bow skipping across the strings. She thought of her mother and the pride she’d surely have in that moment; holding it together proved difficult. Months ago, Melany received a call from The Roxie’s proprietor inviting her to be part of their Summer Concert Series on classical night. Her very own concert? Her name on the marquee? How did something so major fall into her lap?