"Ah, I know that particular itch," I tell her with an amused smile. "I sought out a piano on my first day here."

Those first few months without a piano or guitar of my own were absolute hell at times. I had never gone that long without access to one or the other, and I felt like I was slowly going insane. Oliver giving me my guitar for my birthday had felt a little like salvation.

"Elio Perlman," I reply, smiling over at her and jerking my chin toward the violin. "Are you going to get it?"