She didn't let herself look towards them. Like the other members of the orchestra, she kept her eyes on her music. Finally, the lights dimmed slightly, and the announcer came on. “And tonight, in her first solo in Berlin, we have Olivia Majors al-Hamidiya!” The applause faded as the first strains of the piece were plucked out of the air. She could hear the music weaving like a beautiful tapestry around her, and even as she started to play with the other violins, it made her think of the last few months. The threads of her life were separate and strange. She was born to a family of criminals; she was a violinist who had sometimes gone hungry and begged for food when busking didn't cover the bills. Suddenly she had been plucked out of obscurity to fall in love with one of the most amazing men she had ever known, the one whose eyes she knew were upon her from the box. They had come a long way in the four months since their airport reunion. During the days, she worked on her music, and he oversaw his country from afar.
