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                       JEANETTE LOUISE YARYAN, PIANO
                                DANIEL LIPPEL, GUITAR
                           CHRISTOPHER GRIFFIN, HORN
               LORI JOACHIM FREDRICS, MEZZO-SOPRANO
                           BRANDON GIBSON, BARITONE
                BROOKE CLARK GIBSON, MEZZO-SOPRANO
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ROBERT GROSS                                                                       CHRONICLES

           1.   Chronicles VIII for piano and synthesizer                  12:19
                Jeanette Louise Yaryan, piano

           2.   Chronicles XIII for guitar and synthesizer                10:06
                Daniel Lippel, guitar

           3.   Nothing Has Changed                                       10:05

           4.   Chronicles V for horn and synthesizer                      9:05
                Christopher Griffin, horn

           5.   Chronicles for synthesizer                                10:08

           6.   Dressing Station
                (Chronicles XVII for mezzo-soprano and synthesizer)       11:44
                Lori Joachim Fredrics, mezzo-soprano

           7.   Chronicles XIV (Charles Wuorinen in Memoriam)             30:23

           8.   Dissonance, a one-act opera                               40:25
                Brandon Gibson, baritone
                Brooke Clark Gibson, mezzo-soprano

           		                                                Total Time: 2:14:10
ROBERT GROSS CHRONICLES - IDAGIO
The pieces on this collection are intended to be successors in
          spirit to the pitch-determinate one-synthesizer pieces of yesteryear, such
          as Milton Babbitt's Philomel or Charles Wuorinen's Time's Encomium,
pieces I’ve always admired. To that end, all the synthesizer sounds on this album
were produced on a single synthesizer, Absynth 5.

CHRONICLES VIII for piano and synthesizer                            NOTHING HAS CHANGED
The soloist here is Dr. Jeanette Louise Yaryan, chair of music       According to the Gun Violence Archive (gunviolencearchive.org),
at Idyllwild Arts Academy in southern California. Composed in        there were 2,181 mass shootings in the United States between
2019, this piece is post-tonal, but not freely so; it is based on    the Sandy Hook shooting and the time of the composition of
relationships of Klumpenhouwer Networks (K-nets). K-nets are         this piece in August 2019. Nothing has changed. Nothing will
devices for post-tonal analysis borrowed from the music theory       change, either, until we the people elect politicians who support
world and reverse-engineered here as a compositional device.         common sense gun regulations. This piece was written to
                                                                     express my own sadness and frustration that, indeed, nothing
CHRONICLES XIII for guitar and synthesizer                           has changed.
The soloist here is the prolific new music collaborator Dr. Daniel
Lippel. Composed in 2020, it is written for multiple banks of        CHRONICLES V for horn and synthesizer
synthesizers, sixteen in total, so the piece is concerto-like, and   This is a freely post-tonal work. As is the case with the original
follows a slow-fast-slow section plan.                               Chronicles, this work focuses on motivically significant intervallic
                                                                     structures. Dr. Christopher Griffin is the horn soloist. It was first
                                                                     composed in 2019 and revised in 2021.

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CHRONICLES
                   This piece, composed in 2018, features synthesizer alone and is
                   freely post-tonal. Despite the freedom, nevertheless, important
                   motivic interval structures continuously assert themselves, lending
                   coherence to the piece.

                   DRESSING STATION
                   Chronicles XVII for mezzo-soprano and synthesizer
                   This piece was composed in 2020 to a poem by the late George
                   Green, a British soldier in the Spanish Civil War. The poem was
                   written the day he died. I chose the text in order to memorialize this
                   particular resistor of fascism, and to salute all resistors of fascism.
                   The performance here is by Lori Joachim Fredrics.

                   CHRONICLES XIV
                   Charles Wuorinen in Memoriam
                   Chronicles XIV (Charles Wuorinen in Memoriam) was composed
                   in 2020 to memorialize the late composer whose piece Time’s
                   Encomium was enormously influential on the Chronicles series.
                   Time’s Encomium was written for a single synthesizer in at most three
                   channels (left, center, and right, with some panning) in two parts,
                   for a total of approximately thirty minutes of music. Chronicles XIV
                   emulates these dimensions.

                   DISSONANCE
                   Dissonance is an audio opera composed in 2016 on a two-hander play
                   of the same name by playwright Craig Pospisil. The accompaniment
                   is a single synthesizer in three channels (left, center and right), and
                   scored for baritone (Fitzhugh) and mezzo-soperano (Tricia). Brandon
                   Gibson sings the part of Fitzhugh and Brooke Clark Gibson sings the
                   part of Tricia here.

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         obert Gross received his DMA in music composition at Uni-
         versity of Southern California where he also received a graduate certifi-
         cate in Scoring for Motion Pictures and Television. He also received an
         MA in Music for Film, Television and Theatre from the University of Bris-
tol; an MM in Music Composition from Rice University; and a BM in Music Com-
position from Oberlin Conservatory. He has taught graduate and undergraduate
level music theory at Rice University.
     He was half of Blind Labyrinth, with the late Kenneth Downey, an experimen-
tal electroacoustic music duo, whose album Blasted Light was released on the
Beauport Classical label in 2014.
     Awards and honors include winner of the Project Extended Composition
Competition for Variations on a Schenker Graph of Gesualdo for flute and elec-
tronics; winner of the Arch Composition Award for Concerto for Piano and Wind
Instruments; co-recipient of the Harry Warren Award for Scoring for Motion Pic-
tures and Television from University of Southern California; special recognition
award, First Music Competition of New York Youth Symphony; Winner, tri-annual
Inter-American Music Awards Composition Competition for Sonata for Solo Un-
accompanied Violin, with the winning work published by C.F. Peters and featured
on the cover of Pan Pipes magazine; orchestra work Halcyon Nights selected for
Whitaker New Music Readings by American Composers Orchestra; twice ASCAP
Victor Herbert Award recipient; Young American Composers’ First Hearing Final-
ist with Civic Orchestra of Chicago.
     He has presented papers at the national Society for Music Theory confer-
ence, the Texas Society for Music Theory Conference, the West Coast Confer-
ence of Music Theory and Analysis, and both national and regional chapters of
Society of Composers, Inc. His post-tonal analyses have been published in Per-
spectives of New Music and Journal of Schenkerian Studies.
 He is a Board Certified Music Therapist, with an MA in Music Therapy from Texas
Woman’s University. His music therapy articles have been published in Voices:
A World Forum for Music Therapy and in Qualitative Inquiries in Music Therapy.

robertgrosscomposer.com

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Dr. Jeanette Louise Yaryan began performing and study-                Guitarist Daniel Lippel, called an “exciting soloist” (New York
    ing the piano at age three, winning numerous awards, scholar-         Times) and “precise and sensitive” (Boston Globe) has a multi-
    ships, and competitions throughout the years. She holds two           faceted career as a performer, and recording artist. He has pre-
    MM degrees from the Cleveland Institute of Music, and a DMA           miered more than fifty solo and chamber works, many written
    in Piano Performance from the University of Southern California.      for him, recording several on his label, New Focus Recordings.
    Professional endeavors have included performing at Carnegie           Recent performance highlights include recitals at Le Poisson
    Hall, Walt Disney Concert Hall, and Boston Court Theatre in Los       Rouge (NY), Sinus Ton Festival (Germany), National University of
    Angeles. An accomplished soloist, she is also passionate about        Colombia (Bogota), and the New York and Cleveland Classical
    multidisciplinary performances, and enjoys incorporating varied       Guitar Societies, and chamber performances on the Mostly Mo-
    elements in her work as an artist, including her original spoken      zart Festival, Ojai Festival, Ottawa Chamber Festival, Aspekte
    word and musical arranging. Always interested in many styles          Festival (Salzburg), and Kunst Universitaet Graz (Austria). He has
    of music, Jeanette is an avid chamber musician, studied Jazz,         worked closely with many eminent composers including Mario
    has worked extensively as a musical director for theatre produc-      Davidovsky and Nils Vigeland. In addition to New Focus, he ap-
    tions, and worked for decades as a professional church pianist,       pears on recordings on several other labels including Kairos,
    organist, choir director, and vocal coach.                            Bridge, Innova, Sono Luminus, Albany, Tzadik, Wergo, and New
        Currently, she is the Chair of the Music Department at the        World. As an educator, Lippel has given guitar masterclasses
    prestigious Idyllwild Arts Academy and Summer Program, an in-         and presentations at institutions including the Hanns Eisler
    ternational boarding arts high school where Jeanette has taught       Hochschule (Berlin), Curtis Institute, Sydney Conservatorium of
    private piano lessons, chamber music, advanced music theory,          Music (Australia), San Francisco Conservatory, Cleveland Insti-
    collaborative piano, multidisciplinary performance, vocal coach-      tute of Music, Peabody Institute, University of Texas at Austin,
    ing, and musical theatre. She has been an invited pedagogue           and New York University. He received his DMA from the Man-
    in China, Australia, Germany, and the UK, and has spoken at           hattan School of Music studying with David Starobin.
    international conferences in Malaysia, Italy, Brazil, Scotland, and
    England, including at a conference for visually-impaired musi-        Christopher Griffin is principal horn of the Union Sympho-
    cians.                                                                ny Orchestra and third horn of the Western Piedmont Sympho-
        Jeanette enjoys living in the artistic community of Idyllwild,    ny. He is an active freelance musician and holds faculty posi-
    California, with her cat, Luna. Her students know her as one          tions at Wingate University, NC and Winthrop University, SC. He
    who “loves math, and puns,” and she adores travel, languages,         earned a doctor of musical arts from the University of Southern
    “foodie” things, live comedy, art museums, and contemporary           California, a double masters degree in music theory and horn
    opera.                                                                performance from Temple University and the bachelor of music
                                                                          in horn performance from Auburn University. His primary horn
                                                                          instructors include Richard Todd, James Decker, Randy Gardner

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and Randall Faust. He is a life member of the International Horn     Ten Minute Plays: 2015) and Dissonance (Best American Short
Society.                                                             Plays 2010-2011). Craig was head writer for theAtrainplays, for
                                                                     which he wrote sixteen short plays and musicals, three of which,
Soprano Lori Joachim Fredrics, a native of New York City,            It’s Not You, Tourist Attraction and The Best Way to Go are pub-
received a BM from William Paterson University of New Jersey         lished by Playscripts in theAtrainplays, Vol. 1 & 2. It’s Not You
and a MM in Voice Performance from The University of Texas at        was translated into Cantonese and published in An Anthology
Austin.                                                              of Contemporary American Short Plays in Beijing. Craig wrote,
   A member of AGMA and A.E.A, Ms. Fredrics has performed            along with Arlene Hutton, James Hindman Gretchen Cryer and
many roles in opera, musical theatre and plays as well as ap-        others, The Gorges Motel, which premiered at the 20th annual
pearing as a soloist in major international music festivals in the   New York International Fringe Festival, and One Christmas Eve
US, Canada, Scandinavia, Latin America and Asia in such di-          at Evergreen Mall, which opened at the 21st annual FringeNYC.
verse venues as the Seoul Opera House, The Banff Center for          His short film January was an official selection at the Bahamas,
the Arts, Lincoln Center, The Barbican Centre in London and the      Berkshire, Big Apple, Hollywood Sky and Roma Cinema inter-
Museo Naçional De Bellas Artes, Havana. She made her Lon-            national film festivals, among others, and received Honorable
don opera directing debut in The Whitechapel Whirlwind at the        Mention in Screenwriting from the American Filmatic Awards. A
Bloomsbury Theatre in 2005 and recently directed Semillas de         native New Yorker, Craig graduated from Wesleyan University,
Talento and the Teatro del Barrio in Manhattan.                      and received an MFA from New York University’s Dramatic Writ-
                                                                     ing Program. He lives in Brooklyn with his wife, Bloomberg TV
Craig Pospisil is an award-winning playwright and filmmaker.         news anchor, Alix Steel and their daughter. www.CraigPospisil.
He is the author of the plays Months on End, The Dunes, Life is      com
Short, and Somewhere in Between, all published by DPS, and
new works The Poles of Inaccessibility and Water/Music. His          Baritone Brandon Gibson’s solo concert repertoire includes
plays have been seen at Purple Rose, Barrington Stage, Bay           many of Bach’s sacred cantatas, Orff’s Carmina Burana, Mo-
Street, Stages West, City Theatre (Miami), the Road (Los Ange-       zart’s Requiem, Handel’s Messiah. In recent seasons he has
les), New World Stages, around the US, and in two dozen coun-        been a soloist with American Baroque Opera Company, The
tries on six continents, and translated into Dutch, French, Ger-     Dallas Bach Society, The Irving Symphony, Voces Intimae, Lov-
man, Greek, Mandarin and Spanish. In 2018 his plays Months           ers Lane United Methodist Church, and the Plano Symphony
on End and Life is Short were translated in Japanese and pub-        and Civic Chorus, among others.
lished by Jiritsu Shobo Publishers in Tokyo. Craig has written           This past season, Brandon performed the twin roles of
over 60 short plays, including It’s Not You (Take Ten II), On the    Apollon and Pluton in Marc-Antoine Charpentier’s La descente
Edge (Best Ten-Minute Plays: 2005), There’s No Here Here             d’Orphée aux enfers, and also repeated the role of Melchior
(Best American Short Plays 2014-2015), Happenstance (Best            in Menotti’s Amahl and the Night Visitors. Other recent stage

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roles include the title character in The Mikado, and the roles of      Opera North, Opera in the Heights (Houston),The Dallas Bach
    Zacharias and Simeon in Randall Thompson’s The Nativity Ac-            Society, Plano Civic Chorus, Camerata Dallas Young Soloists
    cording to St. Luke.                                                   Orchestra, Carmel Symphony Orchestra, Meadows Symphony
        Brandon attended Rice University and Southern Methodist            Orchestra, Voces Intimae, Dallas Puccini Society, Lyric Stage (Ir-
    University where he earned his Bachelor’s and Master’s de-             ving), The Living Opera, Intimate Opera, Brevard Music Festival,
    grees, respectively, in vocal performance. In addition to his cur-     among others. A frequent guest soloist at churches across the
    rent focus on concert work, Brandon previously traveled and            DFW Metroplex, ​Ms. Clark Gibson currently sings at Lovers Lane
    performed regionally with various opera companies, including           United Methodist Church, having recently served as LLUMC’s
    Amarillo Opera, South Texas Lyric Opera, Opera in the Heights,         Vocal Coach. She recently completed two years on the Inde-
    et al. He has collaborated frequently with composer Robert             pendent Voice Faculty of Booker T. Washington High School for
    Gross on new works, and enjoyed making new compositions                the Performing and Visual Arts (where she also served as Voice
    part of his repertoire.                                                Coordinator during her second year). She maintains an active
                                                                           performance career, a full private voice studio, and continues
    Hailed by Scott Cantrell of The Dallas Morning News as "a po-          to professionally stage direct. Ms. Clark Gibson received her
    tent mezzo, impressively even from top to bottom ..." and an “im-      Bachelor of Music in Voice with Honors from Butler University
    pressive musical dramatist…,” mezzo-soprano Brooke Clark               (Indpls., IN), and Master of Music in Voice from the Meadows
    Gibson has garnered critical praise for her dramatic sound and         School of the Arts at Southern Methodist University. She resides
    vivid character portrayals in opera and concert repertoire. Ches-      in Dallas with her husband, baritone Brandon Gibson and their
    ter Rosson of Texas Monthly magazine wrote, “... Is there any          daughter, Lily Grace.
    role that she can’t play?” A frequent recitalist and concert artist,
    Ms. Clark Gibson takes great joy in curating programs of an au-
    tobiographical nature. An earnest champion of composers and
    new works, she is greatly honored to premiere the role of Tricia
    in American composer Robert Gross’ one-act chamber opera
    Dissonance released on the New Focus Recordings record la-
    bel. Her extensive repertoire ranges from Santuzza (Cavalleria
    Rusticana) to Charlotte (A Little Night Music) to Verdi’s Requiem
    and the dramatically orchestrated songs of Sibelius.
        Ms. Clark Gibson has performed as a guest artist with such
    companies as the Dallas Symphony Orchestra, Fort Worth Sym-
    phony Orchestra, the Indianapolis Chamber Orchestra, Plano
    Symphony Orchestra, Indianapolis Opera, Amarillo Opera,

8   Robert Gross
Dressing Station
by George Green
Casa de Campo, Madrid, March 1937

Here the surgeon, unsterile, probes by candlelight the               Then eight.
   embedded bullet.                                                  Then two neat rows.
Here the ambulance-driver waits the next journey; hand               And now.......this was the courtyard of the road-house, filling-
   tremulous                                                            station
on the wheel, eye refusing to acknowledge fear of the bridge,        for the Hispano-Suizas and the young grandees’ bellies. The
   of                                                                   sign
the barrage at the bad crossing.                                     American Bar still hangs unshattered.
Here the stretcher-bearer walks dead on his feet, too tired to       ….I cannot count. Three deep: monstrous sprawling: slid from
wince at the whistle of death in the black air over the              dripping stretchers for more importunate tenants: bearded
   shallow trench; to tired now to calculate with each journey       plough-boys’ faces: ownerless hand: shatterd pelvis: boots
   the                                                                  laced
the diminishing chances of any return to his children, to meals      for the last time: eyes moon-cold, moon-bright, defying the
   at a table, to music and the sound of feet in the jota.              moon:
Here are ears tuned to the wail of shells: lips that say, this one   smashed mouth scaring away thought of the peasant breasts
   gets the                                                             that so
whole bloody station: the reflex action that flings us into the      recently suckled it....
   safer                                                             I cannot count.
corners, to cower from the falling masonry and the hot
tearing splinters at our guts.                                       But poet, this is old stuff.
Here the sweet smell of blood, shit, iodine, the smoke-              This we too have seen.
   embittered air,                                                   This is Flanders 1917. sassoon and Wilfred Owen did this so
the furtive odour of the dead.                                           much better.
Here also the dead.                                                  Is this all?
Here also the dead.                                                  Do twenty years count for nothing?
This afternoon five.                                                 Have you no more to show?

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us as
     Yes, we have more to show.                                             brothers....We have learnt our lesson.
     Yes, though we grant you the two-dimensional similarity, even          Look. Over the bridge (it is not yet dawn) comes a Russian
       (to                                                                     lorry,
     complete the picture) allowing you the occasional brass-hat            ammunition-laden.
       and                                                                  Forty-three years gone, unarmed St. Petersburg’s blood paid a
     the self-inflicted wound.                                                 heavy
                                                                            duty on those shells.
     Yet there is another dimension. Look closely. Listen carefully.        And I? The Chartists commandeered this ambulance from a
                                                                               Portland
     Privilege here battles with no real privilege.                         Street shop-window.
     The dupe there, machine-gunning us from the trenched                   I drove: and dead Communards raised living fists as far south
        hillside,                                                              as
     fights still to preserve a master’s title-deeds, but we....we battle   Perpignan. I saw the perils of the Pyrenees spurned by feet
     for life.                                                                 that
     This....we speak a little proudly, who so recently threw off the       once had scaled a Bastille, by the fair-haired boys who
        slave                                                                  graduated in
     shackles to do a man’s work.....                                       the streets of Charlottenburg, by those who paid a steerage
     This is our war.                                                       passage, to tell us how their fathers fell at Valley Forge.

     These wounds have the red flag in them.                                For this is not 1917.
     This salute carries respect.                                           This is the struggle that justifies the try-outs of history.
     Here the young soldier says ‘camarada’ to his general.                 This is the light that illuminates, the link that unites Wat Tyler
     Here we give heed to no promise of a land fit for heroes to live         and
        in, but                                                             the Boxer rebellion.
     take for ourselves the world to mould in our hands.                    This is our difference, our strength, this is our manifesto, this
     These ranks can never be broken by four years of mud and               our song that cannot be silenced by bullets.
        bitter
     metal, into sporadic and betrayed rebellion.
     Here the consciousness of a thousand years’ oppression binds

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Dissonance
by Craig Pospisil

(A room in a funeral home used for memorial services.         quite read.                                                   – come in and see and . . . see.
There are a couple rows of chairs, although some are
askew. The chairs face a narrow table at one end of the       Classical piano music begins to play, a little too loudly,                                FITZ
room. The top of the table is empty. At the other end of      and Tricia is startled, looking up at the speakers in the     I’m still setting up the room. Hold on, I was checking the
the room, by a set of doors, there is a tall side table.      ceiling and then at the urn. She crosses slowly toward the    volume of the music.
                                                              urn, but cannot make it all the way across the room, stop-
FITZ, mid to late 40s, opens the doors and leaves them        ping several feet short.                                      (Fitz exits and the music soon stops. He returns.)
standing open. He places an easel with a sign on it by the
doorway, and then disappears for a moment. He returns         FITZ reappears in the doorway. He is surprised to find                                   TRICIA
with two long, dark colored runners, pens and a condo-        someone in the room and stops for a moment. He starts         That was very pretty.
lence book. He carefully drapes one of the runners over       to turn away, then looks back at Tricia and hesitates. Then
the tall table near the door, and sets the book and pens on   he steps into the room.)                                                                 FITZ
top. Then he crosses to the other table, where he lays the                                                                  Thank you. I mean, it’s a nice piece.
other runner across the top, making sure it is even and                                       FITZ
properly set before exiting.                                  Good morning.                                                                            TRICIA
                                                                                                                            Sorry I interrupted.
A few moments later he returns, carrying a framed                                         TRICIA
photograph and a simple, metal box – a funeral urn. He                (startled)                                                                         FITZ
crosses the room and places the urn gently on the table       Oh. Hi. Morning.                                              That’s all right, but I’m still setting up for the service.
with the photo beside it. He carefully smoothes the run-
ner on the table, starts to leave again, but stops in the                              FITZ                                                         TRICIA
doorway.                                                      Are you here for the Roberts memorial?                        Oh, you can go ahead. I don’t mind.

FITZ turns and looks back at the urn, sadly taking it in.                               TRICIA                                                         FITZ
His eyes fall on the condolence book. He opens it, picks      Yes, I’m sorry. I know I’m early.                             Uh . . . well, usually we don’t open the doors to guests
up a pen and signs. The action seems to cause his some                                                                      until fifteen minutes before the service starts.
pain, however, and he winces slightly as he writes. When                                      FITZ
he finishes, he drops the pen and absently flexes his hand    That’s all right. It’s just –                                                            TRICIA
as he checks his watch. He looks over the room, silently                                                                    The doors were open.
counting the chairs and leaves again.                                                     TRICIA
                                                              (overlapping)                                                                           FITZ
The room remains empty for a few moments. Then                I just wanted to –                                            I’m bringing in chairs and things.
TRICIA, early 30s, appears in the doorway. She glances
at the sign by the door, then steps into the room. She sees                                   FITZ                                                     TRICIA
the urn on the table and stares at it for a few moments       No, it’s fine, but –                                          Oh.
before breaking free of its gaze. She sees the open memo-                                                                   (slight pause)
rial book and is surprised to see that it has already been                                TRICIA                            Well, that’s all right. I won’t get in your way. I promise.
signed. She puzzles over the signature, which she cannot      (continuing)

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FITZ                                                      FITZ                                 then crosses to it. She opens her purse and pulls out a
     There’s a waiting area with coffee and snacks by the       Oh! Oh, of course. I’m sorry, I didn’t –I’m very sorry         torn concert ticket. She reaches for the urn, pausing for
     by the entrance.                                           for your loss.                                                 a moment, then picks it up. She feels its weight in her
                                                                                                                               hands, then looks for a lid or a way to open it, but can’t
                              TRICIA                                                     TRICIA                                find one.)
     Thanks, but I’m not really hungry.                         Thank you.
                                                                                                                                                       TRICIA
                              FITZ                                                          FITZ                               Had to make it hard for me, didn’t you, Mom.
     . . . no. I meant maybe you could wait there until the     I didn’t realize. Usually the family meets with the director
     room was ready.                                            when they arrive. I’ll get Mr. McKenzie for you.               (Tricia sets the urn back on the table just as Fitz reap-
                                                                                                                               pears in the doorway, holding a cup of coffee.)
                              TRICIA                                                      TRICIA
     Oh. Of course. All right.                                  Oh, no, that . . . Not just yet.                                                          FITZ
                                                                                                                               Here you go.
                                FITZ                                                       FITZ
     Thank you.                                                 Okay, well . . . yeah, have a seat. Can I get you anything?                             TRICIA
                                                                                                                               Thank you.
     (She starts to go, but stops in the doorway.)                                       TRICIA
                                                                No. Thank you.                                                                             FITZ
                           TRICIA                                                                                              Are you sure you wouldn’t prefer to wait in the reception
     How soon do you think I could come back in?                (They stand there. Tricia looks at the                         area? It just may not be very peaceful here with me com-
                                                                urn, but doesn’t move any closer. Fitz is                      ing
                                 FITZ                           unsure what to do.)                                            in and out. I don’t want to disturb you, and I’m sure the
     Well, the service doesn’t start for another hour, so –                                                                    rest of your family will be arriving –
                                                                                         TRICIA
                              TRICIA                            Actually, could I have a moment alone?                                                  TRICIA
     (interrupting)                                                                                                            Are you “Fizz? ”
     But how much more do you have to do?                                                  FITZ
                                                                Yes, of course.                                                                           FITZ
                                FITZ                                                                                           I’m sorry?
     Well, I need to set up the chairs, and –                   (Fitz instinctively gives a small nod, almost a bow, and
                                                                then heads for the door.)                                                              TRICIA
                              TRICIA                                                                                           Did you sign the book? I couldn’t read what it said.
     That’s not so much.                                                                 TRICIA
                                                                And a cup of coffee?                                                                     FITZ
                                FITZ                                                                                           Oh. Yeah, I’ve got the penmanship of a four year-old.
     We also like to give the family some time alone with the                             FITZ                                 Yeah . . . I knew your mother.
     deceased before other guests come in.                      Ah . . . sure. Milk or sugar?
                                                                                                                                                        TRICIA
                             TRICIA                                                      TRICIA                                Really?
     I am the family. Helen was my mother.                      Just black, thanks.
                                                                                                                                                        FITZ
                                                                (Fitz exits. Tricia looks at the urn for a few moments,        She taught me piano for eight years starting when I was

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nine or ten.                                                                         FITZ
                                                          What?                                                                                TRICIA
                         TRICIA                                                                                         Fitzhugh Miller. You were Mom’s favorite of all time.
Wow. Long time.                                                                      TRICIA
                                                          My mother’s piano is in storage, and it’s costing an arm                                 FITZ
                         FITZ                             and a leg. I don’t play, and I couldn’t take it back to New   Oh, thanks.
She was a wonderful teacher.                              York with me even if I did. I’ll give you a good deal.
                                                                                                                                                 TRICIA
                       TRICIA                                                       FITZ                                Yes, I remember you.
Thank you. She loved the piano.                           Ah . . . no. Thanks. I couldn’t.
                                                                                                                                                  FITZ
                           FITZ                                               TRICIA                                    Really? You couldn’t have been more than seven or eight
That she did.                                             Know anyone who might be in the market for one?               when I left for college.

(Pause. Fitz sees that Tricia has no plans to leave.)                                FITZ                                                       TRICIA
                                                          Not off hand. Excuse me.                                      She talked about you for years. Said you were gifted.
                           FITZ
Well, I’ll be back.                                       (Fitz turns away from her and begins arranging the chairs                              FITZ
                                                          into neat, orderly rows. Tricia digs into her purse for a     We stayed in touch some. Can I get you more –
(Fitz exits, and Tricia sits with her coffee. Fitz soon   business card.)
returns with programs, placing them by the condolence                                                                                           TRICIA
book, then taking one over to Tricia.)                                              TRICIA                              You got a big scholarship to Juilliard.
                                                          Listen, if you happen to think of anyone who might want
                         FITZ                             a piano would you give them my number? It’s been so                                       FITZ
Would you like one of the programs?                       long since I was back and –                                   . . . yeah, I . . . was in New York for a while.
                                                          (She halts abruptly, then
                         TRICIA                           quickly changes gears.)                                                              TRICIA
Yes, thanks.                                              I’m sorry. I’m being rude. I’m Tricia Roberts.                Mom went to Juilliard too.
(slight pause)
Do you still play?                                        (She holds out her hand. Fitz hesitates a moment and                                     FITZ
                                                          then reaches out to shake her hand. Perhaps he winces         I know. Excuse me.
                           FITZ                           slightly or some pain is reflected in his face.)
Piano? Not really, no.                                                                                                  (Fitz turns and leaves quickly. Tricia checks her watch,
                                                                                     FITZ                               then looks over the program. Fitz returns with two more
                         TRICIA                           Fitz. Miller.                                                 chairs.)
Why not?
                                                                                   TRICIA                                                     TRICIA
                              FITZ                        Oh, “Fitz,” not “Fizz. ”That makes – Oh! You’re Fitzhugh.     What are you doing here?
I just . . . don’t. I don’t have a piano anymore.
                                                                                      FITZ                                                         FITZ
                         TRICIA                           It’s just Fitz now. My folks called me “Hugh. ”Which          Hmm?
Do you want one?                                          I never really liked. Fitzhugh is this family name thing.
                                                          No one ever called me that. Except your mother.                                        TRICIA

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Why aren’t you playing anymore? You had a real career         at Tanglewood.                                                                 the last row that he started.)
     going.
                                                                                          FITZ                                                          TRICIA
                                  FITZ                             Really? You came? When? I played there a couple times.         Do you know if anyone else has arrived?
     It’s, ah, long story. Boring story.
                                                                                           TRICIA                                                             FITZ
                              TRICIA                               Debussy. Clair de Lune. It was lovely.                         I didn’t see, but I can check.
     I’m sorry. Was that a bad question to ask?
                                                                   (She holds out the ticket, which he takes and looks at.)                                 TRICIA
                                FITZ                                                                                              No, that’s okay.
     No, no, it’s fine. But Mr. McKenzie will want to greet                                    FITZ
     you. I’ll let him know you’re here.                           It was lovely to play. Yeah, this was the first time I was                                FITZ
                                                                   there. Why didn’t you say hello afterward?                     I’m sure people will be arriving soon.
     (Fitz turns to leave.)
                                                                                            TRICIA                                                        TRICIA
                             TRICIA                                We tried, but they wouldn’t let us backstage. They said        Did you find a screwdriver?
     Wait, can you tell me how this opens?                         you had a no visitor policy or something.
                                                                                                                                                              FITZ
                                   FITZ                                                        FITZ                               Yeah.
     What?                                                         Oh. Yeah, I was a little full of myself for a couple years,
                                                                   there.                                                         (He picks up the urn.)
                              TRICIA                               (slight pause)
     The urn. I want to put something in with her.                 Sorry.                                                                                 FITZ
                                                                                                                                  Why don’t you follow me to the office, and –
                               FITZ                                                         TRICIA
     Oh, there are screws in the bottom. Mr. McKenzie can          It’s all right. Mom was disappointed, but she was very                                   TRICIA
     help you with that.                                           proud of you. Said she knew you’d be successful.               Can’t we do it here? I just want to slip in it. It doesn’t
                                                                                                                                  have to be formal or anything.
                                  TRICIA                                                      FITZ
     Can’t you do it?                                              I need to, ah . . . get some more chairs.                                                  FITZ
                                                                                                                                  It’s not very private.
                                   FITZ                                                   TRICIA
     Well, he really likes to –                                    Could you get a screwdriver for the urn too?                   (She goes over to the doors to the room, peeks out and
                                                                                                                                  then closes them.)
                                TRICIA                                                             FITZ
     Because, actually, it involves you in a way.                  . . . sure. I’ll take a look.                                                            TRICIA
                                                                                                                                  Voila.
                                   FITZ                            (Fitz exits. Tricia sits, suddenly exhausted. She looks over
     How’s that?                                                   at the urn for several moments, before she breaks off and                                  FITZ
                                                                   looks away determined not to cry. She composes herself,        All right.
                               TRICIA                              then checks her watch.
     It’s a ticket from a concert my mother and I went to, like,                                                                  (Fitz turns the urn on its head and sets it on the table top,
     ten or twelve years ago. It was a concert you were doing       FITZ returns with two more chairs, which he places in         then takes a screwdriver from his pocket.)

14         Robert Gross
Oh, we had a good time. It was a beautiful night. Warm.     effects. For me, I have some loss of sensation in my fin-
                           FITZ                              lying on a blanket and watching the stars overhead, while   gers. Plus what doctors like to call “positive” phenomena.
Why that ticket?                                             Debussy drifted through the air.                            Which means I feel things that aren’t there. Mostly pain.
                                                             (pause)                                                     Although that feels pretty real.
(He works to loosen the screws holding                       Why don’t you play anymore?
the bottom plate in place as Tricia talks. One or two of                                                                                          TRICIA
the screws are tight, forcing him to grip the screwdriver                                 FITZ                           Oh my god.
hard and bear down. This causes him some discomfort,         (overlapping)
and he gives a sharp intake of breath after one stab of      Okay, I think I got it.                                                                  FITZ
pain, andnearly drops the screwdriver. Tricia watches him                                                                All in all it makes it pretty hard to play the piano. Or to
as he struggles with the screws.)                            (He removes the bottom plate and steps back to allow        play it well at any rate.
                                                             Tricia to come forward. She does so slowly, with the        (pause)
                          TRICIA                             ticket in her hand. She looks down into the urn.)           And there you are.
A good memory. Summer between junior and senior
years at college I was s’posed to go to Europe with my                                   TRICIA                                                   TRICIA
Dad, but he cancelled. Seems he’d just met the very          What’s that?                                                How did it happen?
beautiful, young, and soon-to-be second Mrs. Roberts,
so he decided to take her instead. You’d think I’d’ve                                  FITZ                                                         FITZ
been mad at him for being stuck in Pittsfield all summer     They put the remains in a plastic bag after cremation.      Don’t know. There’s a lot of possible causes. I had a
– and I was – but he wasn’t around, so I took it out on my   (slight pause)                                              Lyme’s Disease a few years ago. It could’ve been that.
Mom instead.                                                 One of the things you learn working here.
(slight pause)                                                                                                                                    TRICIA
I think she knew why I was being such a jerk, though,                                    TRICIA                          Is it always there?
because she took me everywhere that summer. Museums,         Why are you here?
theater at Williamstown, minor league baseball games.                                                                                             FITZ
But my favorite was taking picnic dinners to Tanglewood      (Fitz sees he can’t escape her questions any longer.)       Some days are better than others.
for concerts like yours. And James Taylor.
                                                                                          FITZ                                                    TRICIA
                           FITZ                              It’s . . . it’s my hands.                                   I’m so sorry.
Of course.
                                                                                         TRICIA                                                     FITZ
                         TRICIA                              Yeah?                                                       There are worse things, I guess.
By the time I went back to school we’d relapsed to our
standard mother-daughter cat fights.                                                      FITZ                                                    TRICIA
(pause)                                                      I have neuropathy.                                          Yeah.
By the next summer she’d been diagnosed. She thought
she was being forgetful because she wasn’t getting enough                                TRICIA                                                  FITZ
sleep.                                                       What’s that?                                                Do you want me to leave while you put that in with your
                                                                                                                         mother?
                            FITZ                                                       FITZ
I’m sorry I didn’t see you after the concert.                Damage to the peripheral nervous system. It can happen                                TRICIA
                                                             if you get an inflammation that damages the sheathe         No, that’s okay. I’m not a big one for ceremony.
                         TRICIA                              around your nerves. And that can cause a lot of different

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(She looks at the ticket, then into the urn,                 I think I’ll be going.
     then she places the ticket carefully inside.)                                                                                                    FITZ
                                                                                            FITZ                             “Why aren’t you playing the piano? ”“Why are you here? ”
                               TRICIA                             Yeah, I’m sure some of your family’s arrived by now.
     (quietly)                                                    I’ll walk you up.                                                                    TRICIA
     Bye, Mom.                                                                                                               Look, I don’t get along with my aunt or my cousins. None
                                                                                             TRICIA                          of them lifted a finger to help us when my Dad left, so I
     (She looks into the urn for a moment longer then turns       No, I mean, I’m leaving.                                   don’t have much to say to them, or feel like listening to
     to Fitz.)                                                                                                               anything they might have to say.
                                                                                              FITZ
                              TRICIA                              What?                                                                               FITZ
     Well . . . that was anti-climactic.                                                                                     Oh, you mean, like, where were you while your mother
                                                                                            TRICIA                           was slowly dying of Alzheimer’s?
                                 FITZ                             Like I said, I’m not big on ceremony. And I did what I
     I don’t think people ever feel the way they think they’re    came to do.                                                                          TRICIA
     supposed to. I see a lot of acting in here. People throw                                                                (long pause)
     themselves on top of caskets and stuff. I don’t know.                                    FITZ                           Excuse me?
     Maybe they do really feel that strongly, and I . . .         Wait, are you serious?
     Maybe it’s just something else I don’t feel.                                                                                                          FITZ
                                                                                             TRICIA                          Well, you didn’t visit her.
                              TRICIA                              Yes, I just –
     I just hoped it would be different.                                                                                                               TRICIA
                                                                                           FITZ                              I visited all the time.
                                FITZ                              It’s your mother’s memorial.
     (indicating the urn)                                                                                                                                  FITZ
     May I . . . ?                                                                        TRICIA                             No, you didn’t.
                                                                  I’m aware of that. Thank you.
                               TRICIA                                                                                                                  TRICIA
     Sure.                                                                                                                   How would you know?
                                                                                              FITZ
     (Fitz replaces the plate on the bottom of the urn and        You can’t leave.                                                                         FITZ
     screws it back together as they talk. Tricia checks her                                                                 Because I did.
     watch and retrieves her purse. Once Fitz finishes the job,                             TRICIA
     he turns the urn right side up again and places it in the    I can do what I want. Not that it’s your business, but I                             TRICIA
     center of the table again.)                                  don’t feel like dealing with my family or answering all    What?
                                                                  their questions.
                              TRICIA                                                                                                                       FITZ
     Well, thank you for that, and for all you’ve done.                                      FITZ                            I was there.
                                                                  Really? ‘Cuz you wouldn’t stop asking me questions while
                                FITZ                              I was trying to work here.                                                           TRICIA
     You’re welcome.                                                                                                         At the nursing home?
                                                                                             TRICIA
                               TRICIA                             Excuse me?                                                                               FITZ

16           Robert Gross
With your mother. Someone had to be.                                                                                 getting back home.
                                                                                   FITZ                              (pause)
(Silence.)                                              I “retired” from the concert circuit about two years ago.    I left angry and upset, and she forgot I’d even been there
                                                        I tried playing through the pain. Just grit my teeth and     as soon as I left the room. Then one trip home I found
                         TRICIA                         hit the keys. And I could get through a concert, but . . .   myself wishing she’d just die.
Maybe I will see Mr. McKenzie. He might want to know    (he shrugs)                                                  (pause)
how his staff deals with grieving clients.              The bookings dried up, and the way it felt I was relieved.   So I just stopped going.
                                                        So, I came home. And did nothing. For a long time. Until
                          FITZ                          my mother made me take this job.                                                      FITZ
Oh, hey, if you wanna risk bumping into your aunt, be   (slight pause)                                               (pause)
my guest.                                               My Dad was the one who heard your mom was at Stony           You must’ve been relieved then.
                                                        Field. I knew she’d gone to Juilliard and done the concert
(Tricia stalks over to the doors, but stops.)           thing too, so I thought she’d be the only one around                                    TRICIA
                                                        who’d                                                        You’d think. I was at LAX just about ready to board a
                        TRICIA                          understand how I felt. I didn’t know she had Alzheimer’s.    plane when they called to tell me she’d died. I was too
How often did you visit her?                                                                                         stunned to do anything but just get on the plane to come
                                                                              TRICIA                                 home.
                           FITZ                         Why did you keep going?                                      (slight pause)
Two or three times.                                                                                                  I got bumped into first class. Isn’t that something? I
                                                                                    FITZ                             travel a lot for work, and I’d just gotten enough frequent
                          TRICIA                        I turned around to leave when I first saw her. But instead   flyer miles to make the Gold Medallion class of member-
That’s it?                                              I got a chair and sat with her. Ended up babbling about      ship. And I got upgraded. It was like they knew. I sit
                                                        what a nice day it was and stuff like that. Even wheeled     down and they give me a hot towel, which I press to my
                           FITZ                         her outside, but I got no response. So I’m bringing her      face, let the warmth sink into my skin. Then they bring
A week.                                                 back in, we pass the common room, and she sees the           me a mimosa. And when I finish that one . . . they bring
                                                        piano                                                        another. And a third. Then somewhere over Nebraska . . .
                       TRICIA                           and points. So I push her over, and we play “Chop Sticks.    I snap. And I get up in the aisle and start tearing my
Two or three times a week? !                            ”                                                            clothes off, telling everyone on the plane what a terrible
                                                        Then she says “Thank you, Fitzhugh. ”                        daughter I am because my mother who I haven’t seen in
                           FITZ                         (slight pause)                                               five months just died alone.
(He nods.)                                              I wasn’t sure I’d go back. But I did. For her.

                          TRICIA                                                                                                               FITZ
(pause)                                                                            TRICIA                            (slight pause)
For how long?                                           “For her. ”I visited her. For years, while she got worse     You didn’t take your clothes off.
                                                        and worse, I was here every weekend. And it wasn’t easy.
                           FITZ                         I’m in Manhattan. I don’t have a car. I’d ride four hours                             TRICIA
The last five or six months.                            on a bus, get into town late Friday night, stay in a dingy   Oh, yes, I did. And I had to have a nice, long chat with
                                                        hotel, then Saturday get a cab to Stony Field. Sometimes     the TSA when we landed.
                          TRICIA                        she knew me, and we’d fight. Sometimes she didn’t know
Oh my God.                                              me, and we’d fight. Sometimes she knew me, and she’d                                     FITZ
(pause)                                                 cry. Sometimes she didn’t know me, and I’d cry. Then         Didn’t the crew stop you?
Why?                                                    I got to turn around and spend another five or six hours

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TRICIA                                 (Fitz lapses into silence. Tricia studies his face.)
     They asked me to return to my seat, does that count?                                                                                                    FITZ
                                                                                             TRICIA                              Everyone’s got a list like that. She told me she was proud
                             FITZ                                  Oh. Tell me you didn’t.                                       of you.
     And none of the passengers tried to help?
                                                                                               FITZ                                                        TRICIA
                                TRICIA                             Didn’t what?                                                  Yeah, I don’t believe you.
     What, and miss the train wreck? I was almost totally
     naked before a flight attended wrapped one of those                                    TRICIA                                                           FITZ
     pathetic little blankets around me while I was trying to      You kept telling her I was coming, didn’t you.                It’s true.
     unhook my bra. They got me back to my seat, and then
     several passengers offered up Xanax . . . so the rest of                                 FITZ                                                        TRICIA
     the trip was pretty calm.                                     Yes. Every time I visited.                                    You lied to my mother, why not lie to me? And even if
                                                                   (slight pause)                                                she did say something like that . . . who’s to know if she
     (Silence.)                                                    And eventually you’d been there.                              really thought it, or meant it, or felt it?
                                                                                                                                 (slight pause)
                                FITZ                                                         TRICIA                              Thank you for visiting my mother and being so kind to
     She used to ask for you a lot.                                What?                                                         her. I wish I could’ve done it, but there was very little
                                                                                                                                 harmony in our relationship. Forgive the musical allusion.
                              TRICIA                                                         FITZ
     Oh, thanks. Yes, please. Pile it on.                          In the afternoon, she couldn’t remember what’d happened                                   FITZ
                                                                   in the morning. So, I’d say “Wasn’t that a great visit with   People misuse the word harmony. They say it when they
                               FITZ                                Tricia this morning? You two had so much fun talking. ”       mean consonance, where all the notes complement each
     Some days I could distract her with the piano. But this       And she’d ask some questions . . . and I’d make up your       other and blend together smoothly. And consonance
     one day, my hands hurt too much, and she just kept cry-       conversation . . . and she’d smile and laugh.                 sounds great. But after a while, it’s really boring. There’s
     ing.                                                                                                                        no tension in music like that. Nothing to be resolved.
                                                                                             TRICIA                              Dissonance may not sound pretty, but it’s alive. I always
                              TRICIA                               Great. Clearly you were a better daughter to her than me.     like playing music that moves back and forth between
     You’re an asshole, you know that.                             Look, I’m sorry you’re so disappointed in my behavior,        consonance and dissonance. It means something’s hap-
                                                                   but . . . get in line. Believe me, no one is more disap-      pening.
     (She heads for the door.)                                     pointed                                                       That life is struggling to go on, to lift itself up.
                                                                   in me than me. Not even my mother.                            (slight pause)
                                 FITZ                                                                                            Harmony isn’t angelic choirs or perfection. Some of the
     So I told her you were coming.                                                          FITZ                                best harmony has an element of dissonance. It’s there,
     I said you’d be there that the afternoon. It just came out.   She wasn’t disappointed in you.                               lurking behind the other notes, grounding the piece in
                                                                                                                                 reality. I think that’s why we like it. It’s beautiful, but
                               TRICIA                                                        TRICIA                              a little ragged too.
     You lied to her?                                              Please. I was never interested in music or the arts. I was    (slight pause)
                                                                   all about political causes. She never liked any of the guys   Not everything goes. There were days she could still
                               FITZ                                I dated, and then gave me shit when I broke up with           play the piano. And days she said she loved you.
     And she calmed down right away. I mean, really peaceful.      them.
     We actually had a real conversation.                          This biggest disappointment was I kept up a relationship      (There is a silence as Tricia takes this in.)
                                                                   with my dad.

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TRICIA                                 recognized. I want my hands back. I want my nerves, my                                  TRICIA
Would you like her piano?                                     life. I don’t want to be working in a fucking funeral home.   It’s a lovely. Would you play that for the service?
                                                              But this is my life now, so why would I want a god damn
                            FITZ                              piano? ! Like I need another reminder of what a failure I                                  FITZ
What?                                                         am? What possible use would I have for it?                    It’s not what’s listed in the program.

                        TRICIA                                                          TRICIA                                                      TRICIA
I think you should have it.                                   You could teach.                                              My aunt won’t have a clue.

                            FITZ                                                         FITZ                                                          FITZ
Why? No, I don’t want it.                                     No, thanks.                                                   (pause)
                                                                                                                            Can I walk you over?
                         TRICIA                                                       TRICIA
I think you do.                                               It was good enough for my mother. She didn’t grow up                                 TRICIA
                                                              wanting to teach piano to little snots in Pittsfield. She     Yes. Thank you, Fitzhugh.
                          FITZ                                was ready to play concerts and tour. Until she had me.
I can’t play it. Why would I take it?                                                                                       (They exit.
                                                              (Fitz is silent. Tricia checks her watch.)
                         TRICIA                                                                                             End of play.)
You can play.                                                                        TRICIA
                                                              Could you check and see if anyone else has arrived yet?
                            FITZ
No, I can’t.                                                                             FITZ                               DISSONANCE (copyright (c) 2016) by Craig Pospisil.
                                                              (slight pause)                                                The play DISSONANCE is published and licensed by
                           TRICIA                             Sure.                                                         Dramatists Play Service (www. Dramatists. com), which
You played “Chop Sticks. ”                                                                                                  exclusively controls the professional and nonprofessional
(off his glare)                                               (Fitz exits. Tricia crosses to her mother’s urn. She kisses   stage performance rights to the play. No performance of
Okay, you can’t play as well as you used to. Or as you’d      the tips of her fingers on one hand and then touches          the play may be given without obtaining in advance writ-
like to. But you can still play.                              them to the top of the urn. Fitz returns a moment later.)     tenauthorization from DPS and paying the requisite fee.
                                                                                                                            Inquiries concerning all other rights to the play should
                                                                                        FITZ                                be addressed to Patricia McLaughlin, Beacon Artists
                        FITZ                                  Your aunt is in reception with Mr. McKenzie. But I’ll         Agency, 57 West 57th Street, New York, NY 10019.
What would be the point?                                      show you out the back so you don’t have to see her.
                                                                                                                            Reprinted here with permission.
                         TRICIA                                                          TRICIA
Just to be able to when you’re having a good day. Just        No. I think it’s time I said hello.
to be able to have that. Why did you ever play?               (slight pause)
                                                              That music you had playing when I came in . . . that was
                             FITZ                             you, wasn’t it.
I know what you want me to say. You want me to say
I played the piano because I loved it and I loved music,                                  FITZ
and then you can say “That’s all you need, isn’t it? ”Well,   I was just using it to check the volume.
no, it isn’t. I need more. I need to be seen. I need to be

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