She couldn’t hold in the excitement of how much she enjoyed it and the beaming smile on her face confirmed it. I gave her several hugs from my own excitement, because I too noticed the difference in her performance. Last week I snuck into recital hall just after the first performer to listen to my sister’s Brahms recital. For months I announced to Dinah that Brahms recital is the only one I would be happy to miss, because so far Brahms has only been a disappointment to me. Yet not this night, and not her piece. From the way her hands lifted from the first phrase on the piano (hope that’s what you call it, obviously I’m a writer), I could feel the confidence she brought to the piano, and even my not so favorite composer was shown to me in a different color. Seeing her enjoy the melody created on the black and white keys I couldn’t help but share her joy and enjoy the performance myself. Happy finals week Dinah! So glad you’re alive. Lots of love, Yuliya.