Thinking back at my string compositions, it seems that I may have actually written more for viola and cello than their sister, the violin. When in middle school, I joined orchestra and wanted to play the violin like everyone else. My teacher looked at me and explained, “No! Your hands are too big – your fingers too long. You play piano already, so you get the idea. However, we do need cellist.” So there I was, instructed to play the second most awkward instrument to take home in our small orchestra. I grew to love the rich low tone. It sounded the way the instrument looked. Distinct within its curves and f holes, my ear learned to blossom into a warmer color – and that, I thank Mrs. Alice Steele for.