I woke up to the sound of a strange alarm I heard. I guess it was Martha Argerich. I was her big fan of her. I got out of bed. The room was so dark. I forced my eyes to see something similar. I opened the curtain next to the bed. The sun was just rising. Well, I wouldn’t wake up that early. There was something wrong with this. The room was quite foreign to me. What was going on here? I tried to remember last night. But my effort was in vain because I had terrible a headache. I glanced at the room. It was a luxury hotel room. I went to the bathroom to splash water on my face and wake up from this ridiculous sleep. I was just about to wash my face when I saw myself in the mirror. The face looking at me in the mirror was not mine. The old woman’s face in the mirror did not seem foreign to me at all. While I was trying to figure out who I was, someone entered the room.
– Good morning Miss Argerich. I left the plan of the day and your coffee on the table. Bon appetite.
She said and left the room. Of course, I was Martha Argerich, and the sound of the piano playing in the room in the low background since morning belonged to her. How could this be possible? It was impossible.I looked at the plan left by the woman who had just come into the room. She was probably my manager. I started to read the plan. Breakfast, phone calls,… makeup, hair, and concert. AND CONCERT. WHAT!? Was there a concert tonight? MY CONCERT. I’ve been playing the piano for a long time but would that be enough?
TONIGHT
I went on stage and sat on the piano seat. I looked at the audience, they were watching me with full attention. I chose easy but impressive pieces for tonight. I was so nervous. If I can’t get rid of this life that I’m locked in, I had to keep up with it. That’s all I’ve done since morning today. I finished all my pieces and took my hands off the piano. I mixed many notes and played much slower than I should have. It was a disaster. I looked at the audience. Everyone was giving me a standing ovation. At that moment I realized it wasn’t my piano playing that they were applauding. They were clapping for Martha. When I left the stage I saw many buns of flowers waiting for me in the backstage. I was being rewarded with success and fame I didn’t deserve. This situation bothered me a lot.For the first time, I wanted to get out of this strange life I entered…