He played for an hour—Grieg, Chopin, Rubenstein, Liszt, crashing music. You know nothing of life, nothing of its dangers, nothing of its possibilities. ‘Oh, ah. When the word “FREAK” appeared scratched in the persimmon colored paint on her locker, she knew that in some fragile young woman’s mind a war had escalated from imaginary to physical. He's an interpretative genius, if there ever was one.
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