ClubGravitation

   A light melody drifted up out of the Suzuki family's sitting room. The boy standing in the centre of the room used the bow to draw the notes out one by one, where they were released from the strings in the perfect pitch. The song wasn't made for a violin - it was made for strings that could be plucked, synthesised keys that could be tapped, a beat that could be danced to... But it was currently circling round and round inside the boy's head. He didn't even know the name of the song, but he'd just had to try playing it.   Plus it was such a fresh change to the music that he usually played. Classical music didn't have quite the same... lif