“What kind of violin music?” “Uh. What kind would you like? Tonight’s—last night’s—Christ, yesterday’s concert was Prokofiev’s Violin Concerto No. 1. And a few other pieces, obviously, but that was the main course for me. That was where I got my teeth in.” Sheridan stops hacking and turns around. She actually looks him in the eye. “That piece is a nightmare.” “It’s a challenge,” Quinn admits, brightly. “No, I mean it’s chaotic. It’s unlistenable.”
