Every year these two goons put in almost nine months’ worth of practice and work into two solo piano pieces that they play in front of three judges. I don’t have enough space here to get into how much I wanted to go stick my wet finger in Marlo’s ear this morning as she casually glanced over her shoulder during her first piece—one she played perfectly for the first time, with ease and effortless beauty—as if to say, “All that griping I do every single day is because I love to torture you.” And she is correct. I’ll just say that last week was one hell of a week for Leta. And she was mad at herself for how unprepared she was and how far she needed to go in order to be ready. And when she played the last note of her second piece today I cried uncontrollably at the the way her arms flew off of those keys like a falcon. As if the music had entered her body and she was not only playing it, she had also become its physical form. They both worked so hard, and that’s essentially what I want for them by doing this. To learn how to work. But to see them ignite a room with all that work is something entirely different and visceral and full of magic. They are both performers. I gave birth to two very distinct entertainers, and hell yes, I am proud. 🎹❤️
