There comes a time in every boy's life when he shows his true colours. Those which will mark him out from his peers and characterize him for the rest of his life. The traits that will define the way in which he is perceived.
Last Thursday lunchtime was just such a moment in the Boy Wonder's life - and alas, it is my sad duty to report that the events of said lunchtime leave the PO trembling - no, quaking before the future.
The scene was the room next to the Great Hall at Hogwarts where the Mother Superior and the PO had a series of encounters with Dedicated Professionals earlier this year; the occasion, an informal lunchtime concert.
The BW's contribution might at first glance seem innocent enough : a performance of Dr Gradus ad Parnassum by Claude Debussy, a work previously discussed on this blog, here. But as with any act of cruelty, it is not the inoffensive tool itself that does the damage, but the person that wields it.
And so it was here.
Without so much as a thought for the consequences, the Boy Wonder played this simple piece of music by Debussy in such a way that - and I have it on the authority of the Mother Superior, so it must be true - none other than his own grandmother, the Hip Granny, was reduced to tears !
Does his heartlessness know no bounds ? Is there nothing he will not do ?
The PO can only fear now for his own safety, if, as he hopes, he is able to attend the BW's next performance in early November, at which he is threatening to turn the audience into a collective sobbing and gibbering wreck by playing Shostakovich's first Prelude and Fugue - a work clearly chosen deliberately on account of the cherished place it holds in the PO's heart.
It's enough to make a father weep, I tell you.
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