The concert was a nice change of pace, but if Augusta had any doubts before, by the time the musicians took their bows, she was certain: classical music was not for her. She knew what she was supposed to feel when the cellos hummed and the timpani rumbled—she was supposed to be moved to a place beyond words, transported by the sound, swept away. But all she felt was mild irritation at being confined to her seat for so long.
