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.
Andavo alle funzioni del mercoledì sera in chiesa alla disperata ricerca del sollievo che mi veniva dall'arte, arrivavo alcune ore in anticipo e sgattaiolavo al piano di sotto, dove l'unica cosa importante era saper prendere la nota giusta della canzone che stavo provando quella settimana.