The Sidewalk Cellist
Mira Chen’s fingers danced across the cello strings, coaxing out a haunting melody that echoed through her tiny apartment. Outside, the cacophony of New York City traffic provided a chaotic counterpoint, but Mira was lost in the music. Her eyes closed, she swayed gently with each bow stroke, pouring her heart into the piece. As the final notes faded, Mira opened her eyes and sighed. The magic of the moment evaporated, replaced by the harsh realities of her cramped studio. Piles of sheet music competed for space with stacks of coffee-stained notebooks. A half-empty mug of tea perched precariously on her nightstand, gone cold hours ago. ...