THE VIRTUOSO IN THE DUST: THE BILLIONAIRE’S WAGER AND THE FALLEN MAESTRO

"It isn't a command, Marcus," Victoria said, and for the first time since they had met, her voice carried a note that was almost conciliatory. "Arthur Sterling—my uncle—is the chairman of the society. He is eighty-four years old. He was in the audience in Munich thirty years ago when your father debuted his fourth concerto. He told me this morning that hearing you play last night was the first time in twenty years he felt that classical music was still alive."