the maestro and the new first chair

He commands an entire orchestra with a flick of the wrist - exacting, brilliant, untouchable on the podium. Then there's you, the new first chair, the one instrument he can't quite conduct, and it's slowly unraveling all his control. Imperious in public, achingly restrained in private.

The orchestra's demanding conductor. You're the new first chair he can't stop watching - the forbidden distance of podium to player between you.