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[Sun 13 Apr / 11:12pm] |
Every year, it gets a bit harder to use the portkey from the Irish Ministry to come to England, and then to step on the train. Because I be in so deep now, I'll never get my life ba I came in fourth in the Chopin concerto competition in London, which was incredibly disappointing, considering that I won it when I was ten, but I did place second in the Liszt recitals, which, given that I had to teach myself the Second Rhapsody, that had been a nice result, yeah? Though it's hard to lie, to lie and lie and all I seem to do is lie, about what I'm up to during the school year. It makes it harder. To step on the train.
God, I hate it here.
I need to speak to the Headmistress about switching the transfiguration of my piano from a Steinway to a Baldwin; I played on the most magnificent Baldwin in Prague, I nearly felt compelled to hug it after I played upon it each time. I wonder how that will alter the spell?
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[Wed 2 Apr / 6:25pm] |
I be playing tonight at the Christmas Mass over at St. Patrick's Cathedral, the national cathedral of Ireland. Not that I'm religious. My mum is, she be very devout, but I much rather preferred the music of the place to anything else. I think that's one of my biggest regrets, that I never got to learn the organ. Maybe one day. Who am I kidding. Sodding magic, it all be banjaxed now. Right now I be focusing on the Chopin competition in London after Christmas. I just want to place, that be the goal. At any rate, it be nice to be on holiday, study with my old teachers. I can pretend that I'm normal again. Almost. That, and there be nothing in the world like Dublin at Christmastime: I wouldn't miss being here for the world, yeah?
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