So we went on stage. I remembered that I always hated being on stage alone, on the piano. I never understood the difference between practice and stage. Why one was important, and the other one not.
The whole lab was watching from below, gathered in this small chapel made of stones, in the middle of Tuscany. It was cold, but not too cold. It was odd, but not too odd.
He pulled his bow – played the levée –
And I fell in love.
I fell in love with the moment. Continue reading “Montecastelli: the cello-piano duet”