The viola section of a large orchestra auditions (behind a screen) a new violist for their ensemble. The candidates are terrible, and the violists bicker among themselves. Suddenly, the perfect violist plays; it's pure bliss. But in the third round, when they discover the candidate's identity and see their wheelchair, their awkwardness as able-bodied people dealing with a disabled person pushes one of the violists in the section to reveal her own invisible disability to her colleagues with a bang. Will the four violists find a semblance of harmony again?