ZeusLater you told me you didn’t want to stop at the violin.
CalinaI realized I didn’t want to give myself only to performing. The violin carried so many expectations, and so much weariness. I wanted to take it with me and go further.
ZeusSo you began to create?
CalinaYes. I started writing songs, turning feelings into melodies, and the melodies set me free again.
ZeusThat freedom is a new beginning.
ZeusAnd the violin?
CalinaIt’s still here.
ZeusWhere?
CalinaRight beside me. It keeps me company quietly, and it no longer asks me to prove anything.
CalinaMy future is more than the violin.
ZeusThe light is already on you.
CalinaThe light was always there.
I think this is where our conversation ends.
But our story goes on—



