This could have been rather wonderful. A love story between two musicians and a love story about the instruments and music itself. But it wasn't. It REALLY WASN'T.
I'm LIVID. Honestly. I don't know if the author ever played an instrument but my best guess is: NOPE! And that's fine, really. Authors often write about stuff they don't know about. Which is where research comes into play. In my opinion, when you write a book, you have a responsibility to be as accurate as possible. This book wasn't. It's like having an author describing the sound of a scream in fucking space.
*deep breath*
OK, a little context here:
I, myself, play cello. My sister plays the flute. Sadly, when I was little, there wasn't enough money and my favorite instrument was too expensive for me to get lessons. So I started late in life so to speak. My sister is almost 10 years younger though and her instrument way more affordable (if you don't go buying an antique). So she played in our town's orchestra, went on competitions and concerts and whatnot, and yes, I was right there with her almost every time. Thus, I know a little about music, you could say, and also about the life of a professional musician (I also learned tons from my teacher over time, who records CDs, plays for Straßbourg's Philharmonic Orchestra and guest-performs for other cities as well).
So when I say this book is unrealistic, I think I'm decently qualified to back that up. Let's get into just a few of the things that made me stark raving mad:
While the violin and cello are both string instruments, they are two very different beasts. Not only considering size, but also considering how they are played. It's not just the different muscle groups (important when considering fatique, which was at least mentioned in half a sentence at the very beginning) but the simple fact that you play in different keys (violin vs. bass) and the violin is basically played "the other way round". Oh and then there is the fact that the strings aren't the same for violins as for cellos (cello strings are A, D, G and C while violin strings are E, A, D and G).
The female MC is booked, along with her piano-playing duo partner, for a wedding. Apparently, while this is a rich-person's wedding, they only get tips. Not really usual at all (only non-profit places "only" pay you in tips) but OK.
They arrive and find out that the wedding planner hired the wrong duo after the first had to cancel due to an injury - the bride wants a cello/piano duo, not a violin/piano duo. BUT NO PROBLEM! Because our female MC simply plays a fucking cello as if it was nothing!
Supposedly, this is possible because as a small child, before starting her lessons, her teacher had let her play both the violin and cello to see which suited her better.
Stuff and nonsense! 99.9% of teachers can't play both instruments themselves and unless your parents are your teachers and there are both instruments in the house already, why would the teacher be the one checking what you're suited for?!
Not to mention that, technically, a person isn't SUITED for shit! Being a child prodigy simply means putting in the time, usually not having ANY free time at all. It's not some magical talent given to you at birth by your fairy godmother - it's workworkworkworkwork. If you don't believe me, watch documentaries with so-called child prodigies.
So after having "played" a cello for maybe 5 minutes DECADES AGO, the female MC now simply picks up a cello someone brought, looks at the sheet music or remembers hers (again: in a totally different key) and then "transcribes" said sheet music into a totally different key IN HER HEAD AND while playing an unknown instrument. Riiiiiiiiight.
Not to mention that we're supposed to believe that another professional musician (the male MC) simply brings his cello and let's a stranger play on it. WTF?! Sure, it's not his primary instrument but considering his career, we're definitely talking about an instrument that must be worth at least 50k. He doesn't know the female MC at this point, doesn't know her name or anything, simply hands the cello to the wedding planner and it's all good. *snorts* NO FUCKING WAY. Musicians rarely let other musicians they know from work use their instruments so they DEFINITELY would NOT hand it over to a non-musician to give it to a stranger.
The female MC even mentions that she's glad the male MC didn't bring a Stradivarius he's supposedly playing as that is worth 1 million $. Yeah? Better check those auction sites again. If you find a Stradivarius cello that cheap, let me know and I'll rob a bank immediately in order not to miss out on this great bargain.
Not to mention that the bows, which many don't know, are often insanely expensive themselves and extremely fragile (and before anyone asks: no, she can't use a violin bow on a cello). The old ones even have what we call "a temper", which means that even if you have two equally qualified players, they won't produce the same music with the same bow - at least not without an extensive warm-up period. BUT NO PROBLEM!
The female MC just plays the notes she knows in her head (again: different key), supposedly thinks about how dreamy the male MC is and "forgets the world around her" while playing. Also absolute horseshit. You need to listen to your partner or you don't play in sync. Sure, the piano guy could have adapted but how unprofessional is that? And someone supposedly nervous and definitely unqualified for the instrument in use couldn't just let their mind wander since her body doesn't know the instrument (no muscle memory to take over).
After absolutely smashing her performance, she is told by someone she doesn't know and doesn't like (a real bitch) AND cannot trust (not the bride, not the wedding planner, not the person who hired her) to just leave the cello in some room instead of personally handing it back to the owner AND SHE GOES TO DO JUST THAT. No respect for the instrument she has had sexual fantasies about (the cello is held between someone's legs, draw your own conclusions) and which is really valuable.
This is not all though. Remember them being paid in tips? According to the female MCs inner monologue, she desperately needs this gig and the money it will bring. They get 75$ and are extremely excited about it. Uhm ... okaaayyy? Fine, that can be true BUT: if they are this short on cash and only make an unrealistic 75$ in tips (a venue like this would pay way more), how can they waste it all on specific food 5 minutes after being done (the female MC was fantasizing about their great meal with piano-guy)? I mean, either you need the money and eat normal or it's all just meant to unrealistically portray the "struggling artist" trope.
One other thing: sexual harassment is never OK, not on the street, not at your workplace, and it doesn't fucking matter if the person doing the harassment is a man or woman! URGH!
And all this is just the beginning. It didn't get better or more realistic from there.
I tried. I really did. But I gnashed my teeth so hard, I actually got a headache and have sore jaw muscles now so I stopped before even getting to the halfway point.
Maybe the sexy-times are good. Maybe the chemistry between these two ended up being off the charts (highly subjective anyway), but it's inaccuracies like what I mentioned above that really ruin a plot for me. Sorry, not sorry AT ALL.
It would have been relatively easy to do a modicum of research that would have prevented these mistakes and keep the general set-up / music element. I think that makes me even more mad.
Too bad, really. I was so excited to find a novel that combined my love of books with my love of music (it's my motto for this reading year). *sighs*
P.S.: I don't want you to think that my main problem was with the female MC. Because the male one wasn't better. Apart from him not giving a shit about his instrument, he supposedly also likes to play naked or only wearing shorts. Suuuure. I mean, it can be done and it might be gimmicky on Youtube, but it would be HIGHLY uncomfortable and it would DEFINITELY ruin the cello's varnish. But whatever, right?