Tanya

4.12.2011

I have strong memories from my childhood of hopping into a comfy pink chair in the corner of a busy ballet studio.  As the students in the class perfected their technique and the teacher offered words of wisdom, I would look to my left and watch the pianist’s hands dance across the keys.  The energy and intensity these hands brought to the music stuck with me, and still impresses me today.

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