Nocturne by Charles Sheehan-Miles Read Free Book Online Page B

they think they’re challenging. Notes are notes, scales are scales. What is there to discuss?”
    I sipped the cool gin, letting it calm my insides. It’s not that I was nervous or uncomfortable around Karin, she was a lovely woman. It was, however, sometimes a struggle to think of anything other than my music. James was right, I needed a break sometimes. If Karin was really interested in me, she deserved better than the cold shoulder I was unintentionally offering her.
    “What about you?” I asked, hoping to turn the attention off of me for a few minutes. “How’s work going?”
    Karin beamed. “The endowment has actually stabilized really well. You know, given the state of arts in public schools nowadays, the alumnae are even more willing to give to the school so we can help run programs at public schools in the area.”
    Her brown eyes lit up as she talked and, I’ll admit, I was impressed. I hadn’t given much thought to her job, but when I had, I assumed she was less involved with actual music than that. I was appreciative of her knowledge of the state of affairs in the arts world. In the middle of Karin telling me about a new fundraising initiative, a high-pitched giggle drew my eyes to the far side of the bar. Throwing her head back, in full laughter, was Savannah Marshall.
    Her normally wild hair was twisted up elegantly away from her neck, held by a sparkling clip. She was wearing what appeared to be an expensive green silk dress that highlighted her long and lean frame. I wondered what sort of occasion garnered this kind of high fashion attire. She was stunning. She was with her boyfriend, Nathan, who never seemed to take his hands off of her, and another older man I didn’t recognize.
    Karin wrapped her fingers around my forearm. “What are you looking at?” She tilted her head, trying to find my line of vision.
    I took a deep breath. “Just another student who thinks they know everything already.” That wasn’t entirely true of Savannah. She really did have an incredible knowledge of music; it was her constant readiness to challenge me that I found infuriating.
    “Savannah Marshall?” Karin asked, looking back to me.
    “Yes, you know her?” I sat up straight, suddenly more interested in Karin’s knowledge of Savannah than her knowledge of the conservatory’s endowment.
    Karin’s tone brightened. “Of course I know her ... or of her. She has a reputation as a real natural. I heard she played her final piece for her audition with her eyes closed. Weren’t you on that panel?”
    Of course I was. “So, what, does that mean she doesn’t practice as hard as the rest of her peers? Does she have license to slack off because people tell her she’s a natural?” I scoffed.
    “I didn’t say that, Gregory. In fact, I’m not sure anyone’s ever told her she’s a natural. I do know she does happen to work very hard, but she doesn’t kill herself doing it.”
    Karin arched her eyebrow, intending to direct the last part of her sentence to me. Then she said something completely inexplicable. “Of course, how hard she worked really wouldn’t have mattered, in her case.”
    Before I could form a rebuttal and ask how exactly she knew anything about Savannah’s abilities, Savannah squealed in delight again. Shifting my gaze back to her end of the bar, my jaw dropped at the sight of Vita Carulli entering the bar and walking straight toward Savannah with a beaming smile on her face. How in the world do those two know each other? I knew nothing of Savannah other than what I could remember from her application to the school, but nothing that I recalled mentioned her studying with Vita Carulli.
    I stared openly, pulling my eyebrows together to watch the interaction unfold. Without reverence, but maintaining her ever-present grace, Savannah nearly ran over to Vita and threw her arms around her neck, planting a kiss on her cheek before squeezing her close. Vita returned the gesture.
    “What the hell?” I