buzz-would serve as my lifetime filter for perceiving reality and its rules. If you could somehow translate that buzz into words, it would spell out: One person's logic is another person's humor.
| finished playing “Vivaldi” by rote. Then | bowed to the audience and walked off stage. The applause continued, and | was pushed back on stage by my violin teacher, to play an encore, “Orientale.” | had previously asked him-while rehearsing the encore—why it wasn't listed on the program since we already knew that | would play it at the concert. But instead of answering my question, he poked me in the chest, verbalizing each poke: “Violin up/ Violin up’ Now, while playing “Orientale,” | heard the echo of his voice, and | automatically raised my violin higher.
Then | popped my ears and the music sounded clearer. | wondered if it sounded clearer to the audience too. They had no idea that their laughter had woken me up. | was overwhelmed by the notion that everybody in the audience had their own individual 7his-/s-me, but maybe some of them were still asleep and didn't know it. How could you tell who was awake and who was asleep? After all, | hadn't known that /was asleep, and look what | accomplished before | woke up. If it hadn't been for that
itch, | might st///be asleep.
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