Tag: classical
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LIVING IT UP AT THE HOTEL INFERNO
Frank opened his door, bleary-eyed, towel over shoulder, wash bag in hand. The queue for the bathroom stretched down the corridor, the usual faces. He nodded to a few as he walked past and reached the end of the line. Hot cobbles burned the souls of his feet, singeing the flesh. Others swayed from side-to-side…
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OPENING NIGHT
A deep breath. I hear the chatter from the audience settle as the auditorium lights dim. The expectant silence. I grip the neck of my cello tightly and close my eyes. Visualise. Breathe. I see the endless hours of practice. Fingers bleeding. The encouraging smile of my father and mother. The exasperated berating of my…