When the recital is approaching and the rehearsals are happening not quite close to home, and you're doing all the driving but you have a moment of hands-on-the-keys and I-just-love-this, and you arrive at home so groggy groggy and climb into your bed though there is sun still (late) shining, and you wake in the morning but groggy is still with you and so instead of doing the playing work, you sit, and you listen, and you realize: everybody has an opinion, and yours is just as valid.
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