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My memory is recent. I was playing an Oscar Peterson composition at my teacher's student recital. When I returned to my seat, a boy of about 12 turned around and gave me a thumbs-up and a big smile. That moment of connection was precious because although I knew I'd pulled it off despite my nerves, and that the audience had liked it, to know that one person in the audience had loved it that much made my day.
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My first performance at Kulas Hall in Cleveland, Ohio, I was 10 years old. I played the 1st Movement of a Haydn Sonata, can't remember which one it was. As I walked down the aisle toward my seat my teacher Ms. Edwards looked at me, nodded her head and smiled. I thought I had played well and she agreed. I was really happy.