By Ava Nagy
When I was a kid, I had a violin instructor who could see sheet music come to life. To my astonishment, I had known her for three years before this information came up in conversation. I had been sitting in the eclectic, circular “music room,” in the back of her home, complaining about how difficult it was for me to sightread a piece of music for the first time. I remember I had asked her how she did it so easily, expecting to be met with one of her usual sayings – “practice makes perfect,” or one of its many variations – but this time she only smiled.


