"They smashed my violin against the brick wall and left me shivering in the freezing rain, laughing that a homeless boy like me could never play Carnegie Hall. They didn’t see the black limousine pulling up behind them. Chapter 1: The Sound of Breaking Wood The cold in New York City doesn’t just sit on your skin; it hunts for your bones. I was nineteen, and I had been invisible for three years. My spot was on the corner of 57th and 7th, right where the steam vent offered a ghost of warmth. Peopl