Turning the page
As a kid I recall being put on the spot at one of my Dad’s concerts. He was conducting a choir, accompanied by the shiniest, biggest piano I had ever seen. The pianist needed a page-turner. Enter 10 year-old Steph. The tall accompanist, elegantly dressed in white tie and tails said, “When I nod, you turn the page.” Seemed simple enough. Now you’re waiting for the punch line – when the music fell off the rack, or blew away, or I turned three pages at once, or missed a repeat. Actually none of that happened. It was exhilarating just being… Read More »Turning the page



