The violin has been laying in its case collecting dust, waiting to be played, wishing to be heard. Tracy's mother can no longer play and misses the beautiful sound of the instrument she played so long ago. One day, Tracy picks up the violin and begins strumming its chalky strings, unleashing a shrill, scraping squawk. How can music be made from this sad, old dusty thing? When the violin begins to appear in Tra
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