I would go to church services on Wednesday evenings and, desperate for the relief the arts gave me, I would go a few hours early, slip downstairs and into a part of the world where the only thing that mattered was whether or not I could hit the right note in the song I was perfecting that week.
Eu ia à igreja às quartas-feiras à tarde, e desesperada pelo alívio que a arte me dava, ia umas horas mais cedo, descia as escadas e entrava num mundo em que a única coisa que importava era se eu conseguia acertar na nota certa da música que estava a praticar, nessa semana.