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Note: Background images in December 2002 and January 2003 journal entries are selected from Frances Ku's collection of her original watercolours.
Bon Journal
Smoke gets in your eyes
I did not ask for smoke to get in my eyes. This was not part of the deal.
The smoking section of the bar is only a few meters away. The cumulative smoke, after a few hours, is just too much for me to handle.
Is anyone listening to me play?
While playing the Theme from Titanic for the first time here, I got interrupted midway by a bar man. "One of the guests asked if you could play less loudly."
What? Asking me to play this grand piano less loudly? Are you kidding? I bit my words.
The Scottish lady behind me asked if the bar man had complained. Yes, I replied. It's my first complaint.
Ignore him, she said. You can't play less loudly!
Still, I tried to. And I was unable to play anything well.
Why did that annoy me?
First of all, he interrupted me. Why couldn't he wait?
Secondly, why couldn't he ask the guest to move?
Maybe the piano is in the wrong place. The music is too loud for the smokers. And the air is too smoky for the pianist. It's time to move the piano so that smoke doesn't get in my eyes and the music doesn't get into their ears!
