What would you do if you were a world famous pianist at the height of your career performing at Carnegie Hall and realized that you were angry at the world? Andrew Borchevsky decides it’s a good time for a vacation. Read along and see where Andrew goes and what he does there. Will he leave his career behind?
{Warning: Some episodes have Strong Language}
The installments to-date are listed below. I am also recording audio for each installment and as recordings are available, I will post them here.
“Applause thundered through Carnegie Hall. Everybody in the audience sprang to their feet. The conductor turned towards the audience to take a bow as the pianist – Andrew Borchevsky – took a small bow and strode off stage. The applause continued as the conductor graciously accepted the applause, at times gesturing with his hand towards the wings and clapping. One minute passed. Two minutes. After three minutes, the conductor bowed again and walked off stage. Borchevsky lurked next to the curtain….”
“Andrew Borchevsky sank into the leather lounge chair in his dressing room. His fingers still twitched with the memory of the evening’s performance, so he wrapped them around the glass on the side table. He brought it to his lips and closed his eyes. Notes from the scores he had played that night still ran before his eyes, but the scent of the single malt Macallan’s took him to another place. He drank deeply from the glass. The liquor brought a warming sensation to his mouth, throat and beyond….”
“After the backstage hallways at Carnegie Hall cleared, Borchevsky weaved through them to the secure VIP exit. He slid into the backseat of the waiting limousine.
As the car pulled away, the driver said, “How did your performance go tonight, sir?”
“Oh, it sucked as always, Rudy.”
Rudy chuckled and said, “Sir, I know for sure that isn’t true.”…
“The morning sun streamed through the office window onto the wooden desk. Borchevsky, sitting across the desk from Meghan, glanced out the window but turned away, his hangover multiplying the effect of the bright light. Meghan tapped the eraser of her pencil on the desk. “So you’re serious about quitting? You’re sure you want to do this?”…
