When I, as a silly little teenager with college apps on the horizon, first held the intoxicating what-if of being a Professional Pianist in my head, I had very clear images of what that glorious life would be. Getting to pound out my feelings at a grand piano every day, constant jet-setting, a cavalcade of beautiful gowns in my closet, applause and adul…
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