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.
Quando eu ia à igreja nas quartas-feiras, em busca do alívio que as artes me davam, eu saía mais cedo, descia as escadas, e entrava no mundo onde tudo o que importava era conseguir alcançar a nota certa na música que praticava aquela semana.