A chapter from my book, In Duet with God: The Story of a Lifelong Friendship coming 2014.
One evening, watching a movie called “Elvira Madigan,” I
became enchanted by the most beautiful melody. I was thirteen at the time. The movie was poignant and sad, its
soundtrack gentle. When I heard Mozart’s music, it was like hearing a song
from heaven. I had to play it. This is the beautiful theme that captivated me...
At first, my teacher discouraged me from learning the piece. Not because she didn’t
believe I could do it. The entire composition—Mozart’s Piano Concerto #21—was fifty pages
long. Besides the slow, lilting melody I’d fallen in love with, other parts
were fast and challenging. But I was doubtless. I knew that my inspiration
would make it possible. It never occurred to me that I couldn’t learn the music,
or that it was far more difficult than anything I’d played before.

Every year, a well-known conservatory in our area hosted a
competition. My teacher encouraged me to audition. If I won, I’d have the
privilege of performing my concerto with their orchestra. The competition was
especially challenging. As well as pianists, many accomplished brass, string, and wind players were vying for the prize.

The day of the competition arrived. As we entered the
stately conservatory, a woman greeted us. She showed me to a practice room. My
teacher went to the auditorium to hear the other contestants. The practice room
was on the second floor, far from the auditions. The room was peaceful and
filled with light. A grand piano sat near a large window.
Alone in the room, I began to warm up. For fifteen or twenty
minutes, I focused on the challenging sections of my piece. But, I couldn’t
calm myself. Anxiety coursed through my body. I stopped playing and put on the recording.
I began to listen quietly. Slowly, the music flooded my mind. My fear
dissolved. I was brought back to the feeling I had when I first heard the music
years earlier.
Suddenly, the practice room door opened. The woman from the conservatory looked in. My audition would start in five minutes. She paused for
a moment and added, “You know, the competition is very steep.” What happened
next was unexpected. I looked directly at her, imbued with the splendor of the
music, the words erupting from my lips before I could think, “I am the competition."

With much deliberation, the judges awarded me second place.
First prize went to a violinist. The decision was controversial—the boy was already
a professional. He had just returned from concertizing in South America. I was disappointed
that I didn’t win. But I imagined what it might be like to perform in such an
exotic place. After all, the dearest person in my life - Flora - was from there.
(c)2014 Jessica Roemischer, all rights reserved/In Duet with God (R)
(c)2014 Jessica Roemischer, all rights reserved/In Duet with God (R)
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