Showing posts with label Song of Seduction. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Song of Seduction. Show all posts

11 May 2011

15 Minutes of Fame: Regina Strinassachi

By Carrie Lofty

On April 29, 1784, a young woman performed with Mozart for Joseph II, the Holy Roman Emperor. But that woman, Regina Strinassachi, did not play pianoforte as most ladies were wont to do. She played violin, with Mozart on piano. Together they debuted Mozart's newest composition, Sonata in B flat for Violin and Keyboard (K. 454), which he had written for her.

By all accounts, K. 454 is a rather difficult piece, which speaks to Mozart's high opinion of Strinassachi as a performer. He often wrote "puff" pieces for influential patrons' children who had mediocre talent, but this was not one of them. In a letter to his father, Mozart wrote: "We now have here the famous Strinasacchi from Mantua, a very good violinist. She has a great deal of taste and feeling in her playing. I am this moment composing a sonata which we are going to play together on Thursday at her concert in the theater."

The concert was noted, however, not for Strinassachi's virtuosic performance, but because Mozart performed from blank pages. He had been in too great a hurry to write down his part, instead performing from memory. Later years would elevate this duet to the stuff of legend, with Mozart reputed to have composed his portion on the spot.

Regina Strinassachi, 1795But who was Strinassachi?

The nuns at Venice's famous Ospedale della Pietà--founded by Antonio Vivaldi as a refuge for orphan girls, or perhaps for the illegitimate daughters of wealthy nobleman--constantly obscured the year of Strinasacchi's birth. As a child prodigy, if she could pass for ten years old, that would wow the audiences more than if she was actually 16. The fact she had a surname adds to the mystery of her origins, because most of the girls at the Pietà took on the names of their preferred instruments--Anna della Violin from Barbara Quick's Vivaldi's Virgins is one famous example.

Strinasacchi toured Italy, France and Germany, performing on both violin and guitar, before arriving in Vienna in 1784, where she met Mozart. In 1785, she married Johann Conrad Schlick, a famous cellist and konzertmeister of the Gotha ducal band. Some speculate that her marriage may have been one of a professional nature, because she became the first woman in Europe to perform full-time with an orchestra, rather than as an occasional soloist. She may have also composed. Their daughter Caroline, born in 1786, grew up to play piano as part of a family trio, and they split their time between Gotha and tours that reached as far as Russia.

Here I imagine Mathida Heidel, the heroine of my first book with Carina Press, SONG OF SEDUCTION, meeting Regina before a concert.
The pair reached Arie where he stood next to an elegant woman in her early forties. She wore an exquisite gown of ice-blue silk and ivory lace trim. Gray-streaked black hair arranged in an elaborate coiffure of spirals and curls accentuated the graceful lines of her neck and slender face. Magnetic black eyes shone from beneath heavy dark lashes. An oblong bruise along her left jaw marred her otherwise flawless olive skin.

Mathilda had never seen such an arresting woman.

"De Voss, there you are," Haydn said.

"Gute Abend, Kapellmeister. And Frau Heidel. Lovely to see you." Arie bowed deeply, his air bright and amused. He turned to present the elegant woman. "Allow me to present Frau Regina Schlick."

"I am honored to meet you both," the woman said. Her lilting Italian accent created melody out of plain speech. "Herr De Voss has told me you perform exquisitely."

"Thank you." She smiled broadly at the unexpected compliment. That he would speak of her in glowing terms to this exotic woman warmed Mathilda from top to toes. "The maestro flatters me."

"Nonsense. He recognizes talent almost as well as he composes."
Their son Johann was born in 1801--when Strinassachi would have been nearly 40--and became a cellist and instrument maker. Caroline married and became an actress. Upon her husband's death in 1818, Strinassachi moved with her son to Dresden. She died in 1839, having lived through 80 tumultuous years--from the old Georgian and Classical periods, through the Napoleonic era, and into mid-19th century Victorian Europe.

But few remember Regina Strinassachi today. In fact, I was the person who wrote her Wikipedia entry, based on my research for SONG OF SEDUCTION. If the prodigal female violinist is remembered at all, it's because of that fateful day in 1784 when she found out what it meant to play second to Mozart.

SONG OF SEDUCTION's sequel from Carina Press, PORTRAIT OF SEDUCTION, is now available! Later this year watch for Carrie's new Victorian series from Pocket, as well as her "Dark Age Dawning" romance trilogy from Berkley, co-written with Ann Aguirre under the name Ellen Connor. "Historical romance needs more risk-takers like Lofty." ~ Wendy the Super Librarian

08 May 2011

Guest Author: Carrie Lofty

Today on Unusual Historicals we're welcoming blog founder Carrie Lofty as she celebrates the release of her latest historical romance, PORTRAIT OF SEDUCTION. This is the sequel to last year's SONG OF SEDUCTION, which helped launch Harlequin's digital-first imprint, Carina Press. Here's the blurb:

Greta Zwieg forges masterpieces. With her copies on their walls and the original paintings safely hidden, the noble families of Austria can rest assured their treasures will survive Napoleon's advances. But now Greta's uncle is changing the rules, selling her counterfeits as originals. Greta abhors the deceit. Anxious for her family's safety in a perilous time, she is nevertheless determined to put things right.

Oliver Doerger is living a lie of his own. Acting as valet for his aristocratic half brother, Oliver thwarts an attempt on Greta's life and is overwhelmed by the forbidden passion that flares between them. Although he's not truly a servant, he is a bastard and a spy--certainly no match for a woman of such exquisite quality.

Though both fear discovery, they cannot resist each other. When the truth comes out, and the city falls into chaos, Greta and Oliver will be forced to choose: love or duty?
***

So you've returned to Austria! Was this a different experience compared to writing its prequel, SONG OF SEDUCTION?

Absolutely! Once again I was inspired by the movie Immortal Beloved, but whereas Gary Oldman's portrayal of Beethoven sparked my initial idea of Arie, the hero of SONG OF SEDUCTION, the scenes of war and carnage directed this tale. Many Regency-era romances mention the Napoleonic wars, especially when wounded heroes return to England, but I wanted to be in the center of the action. What would it have been like to huddle in these ancient, beautiful cities full of priceless treasures and architecture--as well as ordinary citizens' lives--and await Napoleon's advance? This tale definitely has more adventure and action as the armies arrive.

The hero should be familiar to readers of SONG OF SEDUCTION, yes?

Yes! My main inspiration for writing this romance was Oliver Doerger. He was the valet Lord Christoph Venner, but with a mysterious military past...and a secret connection to the nobleman. I wanted to play with the dynamic of a man who had subsumed all of his ambitions for the sake of his half-brother's political success. What would that eventually to do his pride when faced with temptation and the need for his own identity? In many ways, this is the story of a man coming into his own--it seems to be one of my favorite themes!

Have you visited Salzburg yet?

No. I'm still pouting about that. Soon, though! I absolutely must visit the place that started my entire romance-writing career.

What has been your experience with Carina Press?

Carina Press has been fantastic. My editor, Deb Nemeth, is a marvel of support and humor. She made this book so much better than my initial incarnation. And I love the artwork!

Also, to help celebrate this release, Carina Press is running a sale on SONG OF SEDUCTION, which is only $.99 through the end of May. You can get the prequel PORTRAIT OF SEDUCTION, now cheaper than ever!

You have a busy 2011 ahead of you. What's coming up?

I have two major projects in the works for this year. The first, for paranormal readers, is the launch of Ellen Connor's "Dark Age Dawning" trilogy. Ellen Connor is the pseudonym I share with Ann Aguirre. Our apocalyptic shapeshifter romances NIGHTFALL, MIDNIGHT, and DAYBREAK will be release in June, September and December, respectively, from Berkley Sensation.

Then on September 27, I begin a new Victorian series. FLAWLESS is the tale of a reckless viscount and his estranged wife as they try to make a diamond business in colonial South Africa profitable--or lose her inheritance. I'm so excited about this new opportunity with Pocket!

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Thanks for stopping by today, Carrie! Readers, you can win a copy of both PORTRAIT OF SEDUCTION and its prequel, SONG OF SEDUCTION by leaving a comment here. Just tell Carrie what intrigues you most about a story set in the midst of the Napoleonic conflict. Drama? Danger? Sweeping changes to the old ways? Let's see what a little talk of warfare does for our romance readers. We'll select a winner at random in one week. Void where prohibited. Best of luck!

05 May 2011

Excerpt Thursday: Carrie Lofty

This week on Unusual Historicals we're welcoming blog founder Carrie Lofty as she celebrates the release of her latest historical romance, PORTRAIT OF SEDUCTION. This is the sequel to last year's SONG OF SEDUCTION, which helped launch Harlequin's digital-first imprint, Carina Press. Join us on Sunday when Carrie will join us to answer questions and give away a copy. Here's the blurb:

Greta Zwieg forges masterpieces. With her copies on their walls and the original paintings safely hidden, the noble families of Austria can rest assured their treasures will survive Napoleon's advances. But now Greta's uncle is changing the rules, selling her counterfeits as originals. Greta abhors the deceit. Anxious for her family's safety in a perilous time, she is nevertheless determined to put things right.

Oliver Doerger is living a lie of his own. Acting as valet for his aristocratic half brother, Oliver thwarts an attempt on Greta's life and is overwhelmed by the forbidden passion that flares between them. Although he's not truly a servant, he is a bastard and a spy--certainly no match for a woman of such exquisite quality.

Though both fear discovery, they cannot resist each other. When the truth comes out, and the city falls into chaos, Greta and Oliver will be forced to choose: love or duty?
***

Austria, 1805

"I'll leave now, if you ask me to." His mouth was near enough to brush the bridge of her nose. "Or I can stay."

She licked her lip. "Stay."

He closed his eyes and exhaled. When he opened them again, he revealed such an expression of longing that Greta's knees nearly buckled. She wilted toward him, neck tipped back, leading with her bust. Oliver groaned. He pushed her hands behind her back and dipped his head. When warm, firm lips touched her throat, she was lost. And she reveled in it.

Oliver skimmed his mouth down along her skin, nuzzling the edge of lace along the high collar of her nightgown. Greta's world had gone dark, her eyes drifting closed on the waves of gathering pleasure, but bright lights fired off behind her lids. Oliver scooped her into his arms, adding to her dizziness. She gasped, then laughed into his chest. So warm and solid. He held her closer and she burrowed into his strong torso, still wondering how far he would let this go.

A detached place in her brain made a promise. She would enjoy these moments. She would savor them and hoard them for the day, not so long from now, when being cradled by Oliver Doerger was no longer a prospect. And in the meantime, she would speak her mind. She would do what she wanted. She would not be a shy, intimidated fool who swallowed her own tongue at the faintest hint of displeasure from others. If he wanted to be with her, he would be with the woman she had always hidden--brave and curious, honest and strong.

Such a promise. One she made herself honor straight away.

"What are your intentions, Herr Doerger?"

He still held her, their breaths mingling, their mouths so near to touching. "My intentions?"

"Yes. Are you here to kiss me until your conscience makes you stop? Or are you here to show me how a man and woman fit together?" She traced the shell of his ear. "Oliver, I've been so curious."

He lifted his brows in silent reply.

"All of my art books and pictures of sculptures by the old masters--they tell me so little."

"You know the male form. That's more than most gently bred young women."

She smiled sadly. "Only half of me is gently bred, mein Lieber. I want to talk about seeing you in the training room."

"Oh?"

Slowly, with infinite patience and muscled arms that remained sure and steady, he lowered her onto the bed. The sheets and counterpane were cool compared to how hotly her skin burned. She stretched fully, amazed by the way his gaze absorbed every movement. There was power in being able to command such attention. She could get tipsy on that alone--the thrill of being the center of his world, no matter how briefly.

"Truly, marble sculpture does not do a man's physique justice. When I saw you earlier, you were just so...hairy."

Oliver pressed a fist against his grin. "I'm not that bad."

"Not bad. But not marble and stone, either. You looked breathless and hot. Utterly alive." She inhaled, pressing on. "I wanted to touch you. I still do."

"Greta..."

"And if the masters got the vitality of a man's body wrong, then it leaves me to wonder what else they botched. Books of poetry, even descriptions of the sex act itself--I have to assume it must be experienced to be understood."

Although astonished at how giving herself permission to speak freely had produced such scandalous words, she felt freer for being able to say them, to speak her fantasies aloud. Oliver's avid stare and parted lips said he did not mind.

"I don't want that first experience to be with Herr Weiser." She looked down to where her hands clasped together on her stomach, so nervous that every inch of her shook. Still, he deserved to see her earnestness. Gathering a fortifying breath, she met his avid stare. "Oliver, I want it to be with you."

11 August 2010

Tragic Tales: Ludwig Loses His Hearing

By Carrie Lofty

Composer and musician Ludwig van Beethoven was only 26 years old when he began to lose his hearing. By this time he had already established himself as a fine pianist and teacher, but he had only published a few piano sonatas. His first symphony would not be published and performed until 1801. Thus his early-onset deafness affected almost the entire span of his musical career.

His symptoms began as a minor annoyance but developed into full-blown tinnitus, a ringing noise medically defined as "the perception of sound within the human ear in the absence of corresponding external sound" (Wikipedia). Historians and doctors have since debated the cause of his tinnitus, which could have originated with syphilis, typhus, lupus, or even lead poisoning.

(I adore this picture of Gary Oldman as Beethoven from Immortal Beloved. It helped inspire my June 2010 Carina Press release, SONG OF SEDUCTION. There is nothing sexier than a man consumed by his passions!)

Beethoven admitted to his growing deafness as early as 1801, when he described the difficulties he had in appreciating music and following conversations. After retreating to Austria in an to attempt to come to terms with his condition, he wrote to his brothers--the famous Heiligenstadt Testament, in which he vowed to live life through his art. This initiated his prolific and profound "Middle Period" of composition, but marked a significant decline in his ability to perform in public.

Because public performances and piano competition had been a lucrative part of his income--a financial mainstay of his contemporaries--he suffered lapses into poverty when between patrons. Frustration and embarrassment may have contributed to his reputation for being grumpy, loud, unmanned, and generally unpleasant. His close friends knew the cause, but few others did.

After a disastrous interpretation of his 5th Symphony in 1811, Beethoven never played in public again. He was completely deaf by 1814. Quite famously, he could not hear the overwhelming applause when his masterful 9th Symphony was debuted in 1824. Here the scene is portrayed in Immortal Beloved:


Although Beethoven left us with a staggering catalog of some of the best music ever composed, he was unable to appreciate his creations as we do. He heard his music only in his mind. To communicate with people, he used notebooks that continue to offer musical scholars priceless insight into his opinions and thought processes. But Anton Schindler, an associate and early biographer of Beethoven, burned 264 of the 400 notebooks in an attempt to clean up the composer's image and maintain a sense of aura around his process--so not even that aspect of Beethoven's tale escaped a tragic ending.

29 June 2010

SONG OF SEDUCTION Winner!

Eep! I completely forgot to do this on Sunday! Here goes:

We have a winner for Carrie Lofty's SONG OF SEDUCTION guest blog. A free copy of goes to:

MARG!

Contact Carrie to provide your mailing address. The book must be claimed by next Sunday or another winner will be drawn. Please stop back later to let us know what you thought! Congratulations!

20 June 2010

Guest Author: Carrie Lofty

This week we're welcoming Unusual Historicals' founder and moderator, Carrie Lofty (that's me!), as she celebrates the release of SONG OF SEDUCTION. This is the first of two romances set in Napoleonic Austria that Carrie has contracted with Carina Press, Harlequin's new digital-first venture, which launched this month. Carina Press titles are available in all electronic formats wherever e-books are sold.

Tormented by guilt. Haunted by scandal. Freed by love.

Austria, 1804

Eight years ago, composer Arie De Voss claimed his late mentor's final symphony as his own and became an icon. But fame has a price: fear of discovery now poisons his attempts to compose a redemptive masterpiece. Until a new muse appears, intoxicating and inspiring him...

Mathilda Heidel renounced her own musical gift to marry, seeking a quiet life to escape the shame surrounding her birth. Sudden widowhood finds her tempted by song once more. An unexpected introduction to her idol, Arie De Voss, renews Mathilda's passion for the violin--and ignites a passion for the man himself.

But when lust and lies reach a crescendo, Arie will be forced to choose: love or truth?
***

I'm pooped from writing blog posts for the last two weeks! If you want to see what I've been up to, please check out the list of lovely topics I've covered thus far.

For Unusual Historicals, however, I thought I'd do something a little different. Here I present a selection of photographs of Salzburg, Austria that are important settings in SONG OF SEDUCTION. I've never been to Salzburg, much to my heart's lament, but these pictures have nearly convinced me otherwise...

In snowy winter Salzburg, where we set the scene...

Mathilda Heidel, a doctor's widow, leaves her plain working-class home on Steingasse (Stone Lane) to live with friends.

Across town, on Getreidegasse (Grain Street), lives renowned musician Arie de Voss, who composes and broods in near-seclusion.

Mathilda once saw Arie conduct his symphony, Love and Music, in Rittersaal (Knight's Hall) inside the royal palace.

She meets him again beneath the Dom (Salzburg's main cathedral), beside a fountain featuring the Virgin Mary, during Carnival celebrations.

Curious about Mathilda, who is now his student, Arie walks through Petersfriedhof (St. Peter's Cemetery), the oldest Christian graveyard in Salzburg, with his mentor, Michael Haydn.

Later, after many flirtatious escapades and a few fights, Arie and Mathilda make out in a Durchgänge (foot path) off Getreidegasse.

But their happy ending slips away! Mathilda crosses the River Salzach to make peace with her past and find her future: Arie.

By performing together in Carabinierisaal (Carabineer Hall) inside the royal palace, they conquer the final obstacle that threatens their love.

***

Obviously I left a lot out! You'll want to read the whole book...

If you'd like the chance to win a copy of SONG OF SEDUCTION, leave a comment or question for Carrie. Maybe: Where would you visit, if you could visit anywhere in the world? Why? And what would you like to know about beautiful Salzburg? I want to chat about what I've learned! I'll draw a winner at random in one week. Void where prohibited. Best of luck!

17 June 2010

Excerpt Thursday: Carrie Lofty

This week on Excerpt Thursday we're welcoming Unusual Historicals' founder and moderator, Carrie Lofty (that's me!), as she celebrates the release of SONG OF SEDUCTION. This is the first of two romances set in Napoleonic Austria that Carrie has contracted with Carina Press, Harlequin's new digital-first venture, which launched this month. Carina Press titles are available in all electronic formats wherever e-books are sold. Join us Sunday when Carrie will be answering questions and giving away a copy!

Tormented by guilt. Haunted by scandal. Freed by love.

Austria, 1804

Eight years ago, composer Arie De Voss claimed his late mentor's final symphony as his own and became an icon. But fame has a price: fear of discovery now poisons his attempts to compose a redemptive masterpiece. Until a new muse appears, intoxicating and inspiring him...

Mathilda Heidel renounced her own musical gift to marry, seeking a quiet life to escape the shame surrounding her birth. Sudden widowhood finds her tempted by song once more. An unexpected introduction to her idol, Arie De Voss, renews Mathilda's passion for the violin--and ignites a passion for the man himself.

But when lust and lies reach a crescendo, Arie will be forced to choose: love or truth?
***

He pushed Mathilda against the night-damp wall of their concealed passageway. Pressed by the unyielding bricks, her soft curves molded and formed to his taut body. With impatient hands he grasped the round fullness of her rear and pulled the cradle of her hips to his. She thrust to meet him, accepting his rough violence and demanding more.

Although Mathilda was trapped between Arie and the bricks at her back, her answering hunger enslaved him. Her kiss sanctioned no breath of air, no reasonable thought. Good sense diminished to a forgettable fiction while his deepest, most elemental instincts demanded that she yield to his rigid length--even there, forced against an alley wall.

A determined echo of sanity would not allow him to perpetrate another such travesty. The greatest regret he suffered from their hastily wrought intimacy in February was just that: his confounded haste. Keen on instant fulfillment, his body demanded a brutal orgasm. Arie, however, wanted to experience more than the rudimentary satisfaction of a quickly roused urge.

Mathilda seemed willing. Beste God, he hoped so. Only the few remaining steps to his studio stood between them and a long, slow night of exploration. He wanted to discover her, not shove and jostle until she felt obliged to ask him to stop.

With that most pleasurable goal at the front of his hazy consciousness, Arie began to slow the tugging rush of hands and lips and tongues. He said her name once, then again. He breathed deeply, her essence like warm mulled wine. The surprising male animal that had briefly taken control receded to a corner of his mind. The animal watched, waiting, but Arie successfully wrested control from the creature. For now.

"Mathilda."

He buried his face at her neck. The smooth, warm skin evoked a profound sense of tenderness within him. He loved her. He needed her like his next breath--so much that a surge of fear clenched his heart and caused that dependable organ to thump painfully. Even as he restrained the lust driving him near to mindlessness, he labored to hold a wave of dread at bay.

"This is where you belong," he rasped. "Never forget what I tell you."

"Where, against a wall again?"

Her placid teasing leavened his anxieties. Arie smiled and nipped her top lip. "Minx."

"Wretch."

With trembling fingers, Arie traced the line of her nose. "Why aren't you shaking?"

"Habit. I lived with wanting you, wanting and not having you. I had no choice." She slid questing hands from his shoulders to his biceps and squeezed. "Take me home."

Her request stung like the winter wind. "Really? To the Venner house?"

"No." In her reticule, she searched for a single worn slip of heavy parchment. She kissed the little card before waving it playfully before his face. "To Getreidegasse 26."

"You kept that?" He took the dog-eared card between two fingers. "Small wonder you have no need for your pendant. Look at this poor, worn thing."

"I kept it as a souvenir. The prospect of that first lesson made me unbearably nervous. I had no idea what to expect."

Arie clutched the flesh of her hips. "I had an idea then, but I was quite mistaken."

"And what idea do you have tonight?"

"A very similar one. I want you, Tilda, and I believe you want me too. Please, tell me I am not wrong."

Smiling, she reclaimed the worn address card and kissed it. "You're not wrong."

07 June 2010

What Surprised Me: Mourning in Austria

By Carrie Lofty

One of the standard conventions of historical romances revolves around a widow in mourning who falls in love with a new man, often the hero. Their potential for a happy ending is postponed by strictures against a hasty remarriage. This postponement can lead to delightfully naughty scenarios such as clandestine meetings, premarital sexual encounters, and even secret marriages.

I was confronted with just such a predicament when writing SONG OF SEDUCTION, released today from Carina Press. Mathilda Heidel, my widowed heroine, falls in love with Arie de Voss, the renowned composer and pianist she's idolized for years. When presented with the opportunity to study music with her idol, Mathilda jumps at the chance. Their relationship soon escalates to one of mutual longing.

But then what?

Because SONG OF SEDUCTION is set in 1804 Austria, I needed to find out what mourning restrictions would've been placed on a young widow in Mathilda's position. A week? A month? A year? What was the expected mourning period, and what restrictions to her daily life would she have experienced?

Research led me to understand that Salzburg's highly Catholic society determined most customs. Unlike in England where, come Victorian times, mourning periods were codified almost to the point of being writ in law books, Salzburg's customs were not to strict or uniform. The local priests set the standard for his flock, and any more complex rulings--generally to do with the nobility--were left to the bishop.

Here's an exchange between Mathilda and her best friend, Ingrid, as they discussion possibilities for her future:

"Until you are remarried," Ingrid said firmly, "you do not need to leave."

Mathilda glanced down at the mourning gown that enshrouded her body. The glaring contrast of pale trim against black bombazine shouted without words: my husband died unjustly. She shrank from the attention fostered by those garish adornments, the curious looks and pity intent on stealing her peace.

"Do not tease, Ingrid. You know I cannot remarry, most likely not for months."

"But you've helped us beyond measure. I can at least find you a dance partner."

"No dancing either," Mathilda said.

"Still? Father Holtz is being unreasonable. A year of mourning is all he requires of the war widows, and even those restrictions are ignored if they have enough money."

Her fingers wrapped in black kid leather, Mathilda toyed with her pendant. She recognized the anxious habit and tucked the protective amber amulet into her bodice. "He's only ensuring that I respect Jürgen's memory."

"You do already," Ingrid said.
Notice the part about the pale trim on her mourning gown? This isn't a nod to the English custom of half-mourning, where widows were permitted to mix white, gray and even lavender with their black garb. No, Austrian widows whose husband had been murdered wore white lace trim on their cuffs and bodices. This may have been a hold-over from the medieval "white mourning," which was worn when enduring the deepest form of grief.

This symbol of the injustice Mathilda's late husband suffered came in very handy. The scandal of her birth means she shrinks from public notice, and those glaring white cuffs--thank you, history!--became yet another symbol of why she was different. The last thing she wants it to stand out, which is why she hides her miraculous talent for playing the violin.

If only a stubborn, ambitious musician would come into her life, intent on showing her how wonderful it can be to indulge in one's true passions...