“Keep everything nice and loose. No, make sure your elbow is aimed directly at the floor.” Flynn adjusted Ari’s stance. “Better. Don’t tuck your wrist in as you hold the fiddle. Straighten it out. There’s a girl.”
Ari reached for the bow.
“Not yet. You have to make sure you’re holding things properly, while you get to know your strings. You’re going to take your finger and pluck, like this.” He demonstrated on his own fiddle, plucking the bottom string. “This is a G. Then D. Then A. Then E.”
Ari followed suit.
“Good. Now each of these is tuned—”
“A fifth apart. I can hear that.” The impatience simmering in her voice made him smile.
“That’s right. Okay, pick up your bow.”
She did, and he patiently corrected her hold.
“Good, now we’re going to go with the G. You’re going to place the
