This used to be my playground.
It was a trip down memory lane, as I passed by La Concordia, in the auditorium of which I had my first (and come to think of it, only) piano recital. I remember that day, Gigi and I were in similar white dresses with orange and brown flowers with bows at the back which Mommy especially had the dressmaker make for us for the occasion. I was indifferent, Gigi hated it. She hated it that we always had to wear similar clothes. She hated we had to wear clothes sewn by the dressmaker and not bought off-the-rack. But she hated it most when she had to wear hand-me-downs. Me, I couldn't care any less. I was a happier child, I guess.
But for all her angst (and perhaps because of it), Gigi was the better pianist between the two of us. I think she played "Come Back to Sorrento" as her solo recital piece; I forget what mine was--I think it was "Edelweiss" which our teacher Mrs. Hilario had especially simplified for me. I was so nervous when I sat down to play. I flubbed the first passage by hitting a wrong note. Then my mind went blank. And so I started the piece all over again. Then Gigi joined me onstage and we played our duet.