Scott The Violinist and I plan to meet in Lavington, at the Mambo Italia restaurant. He arrives late, and in a panic.
“I’m so sorry! I really am. I had a class that ended late.”
I’m smiling. And I’m confused. “What class?”
Scott tells me he teaches a group of children how to play the violin. He likes it.
“Kids are the most beautiful thing. They are honest in their feedback. When they love something, they love it. And if they don’t, they simply don’t,” Scott explains, before apologizing again.