Patience, my dear

A circus. That’s the way Jessica described it. Think of it: fifty-seven Liszt-crazed adrenaline junkies, all competing against each other for ten thousand euros and a concert career. Attempt to allow only two and a half hours per day of practicing and you have pandemonium.

It would take a butcher knife to slice through the tension. For those like myself, day one sees the twenty minute round one fly by in a nanosecond. For others, a four day wait for the fleeting moment necessitates what must feel like superfluous practicing. If patience is a virtue, we are all much more virtuous.

Round one is over for me. Let’s just wait and see what happens.

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2 Responses to “Patience, my dear”

  1. Daniel Says:

    Well…I think waiting is crappy. Does that make me virtue-less?

  2. bill miller Says:

    honored to hear you play at church in rocky hill. how did you do in the Liszt competition??

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