But I know what happened to me, and most famous violinists aren't... mutants.
I couldn't trust them with my feelings. How could I?
I was too frightened of trying to sell my talents to a world that was so unfriendly to people like meó people who were rarely even considered people anymore.
I'd always figured eventually someone would hear me playing, and I'd have to find a new hiding place. I wasn't interested in what other people might think of my music any longer, as I knew they would never get beyond my appearance before they decided I was a pitiable mockery of an Aeneski.