Chapter 27
The next night, I got to the museum at twenty minutes to seven, sat down, and started to tune my cello. I was glad I had asked Car to take my dress and shoes with her when she went home on Friday morning. I didn’t have to go home to change, which was lucky because we woke up very late. If this had been an afternoon concert, I never would have gotten there. Car decided she couldn’t move that fast, so she’d come to listen tomorrow afternoon.
Charlotte came in a few minutes later, followed by John.
“Cheryl told us about your new job,” John started while he was getting his viola out of its case. “It sounds exciting.”
Charlotte agreed. “Yes, wow. How did you get that job?” We continued to tune our instruments.
“I met an agent while I was on vacation and he told me he had a clien
