Morning-After Musings

I want to make a few comments about the behavior of Maestro Porco during last night's botched audition. The man was a rock!

I was standing by the piano dying. Whenever I looked up at him, I could tell he was very sympathetic to my plight. His facial expressions and body language were sending me strength and breath and centeredness and techniques to get through the audition. But by that time, my body was so overcome with the malfunctioning of my nervous system that I couldn't get back on course.

If I never get to stand in front of the man and sing under his baton, if I only see him from the back for the rest of my life, I will always remember his kindness last night.