Serge and I had been meeting after orchestra rehearsals daily now, and it was always the same. We’d start off playing a piece by a well-known composer, and then we’d practice one of his compositions. So far, I’d kept my mouth shut and had done as he asked. I was learning so much from him in terms of technique and even a little composition. He’d even had us switch places once. Serge took the cello and played it in order to show me exactly what he was looking for while I’d used my meager piano skills to (barely) accompany him. To be honest, almost any musician given the opportunity to work one on one with this cocky and demanding genius would have gladly done so.
But, I was beginning to wonder what the hell he wanted from me.
We’d never once rehearsed a piece from the upcoming opera or sym
