“We were still sweating, our hearts were pounding, our ears were buzzing deliciously and our souls were so light. Then the lights started to fade and finally went out … The cheers for an encore didn’t change anything … We stay there, frozen, haggard, suspended to the idol return. The stage is now empty; only the score still sits on the piano. But who will now be able to interpret it? Is there anyone who can still read it? Should we rewrite it? Everything seems so confused now! We no longer know if our cries can be heard beyond the...
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