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it in hot water, taking a few days off from practice: nothing worked.<br />

So then I got scared and went to the doctor's. They tried all kinds of<br />

tests but they couldn't come up with anything. There was nothing<br />

wrong with the finger itself, and the nerves were OK, they said: there<br />

was no reason it should stop moving. The problem must be<br />

psychological. So I went to a psychiatrist, but he didn't really know<br />

what was going on, either. Probably pre-competition stress, he said,<br />

and advised me to get away from the piano for a while."<br />

Reiko inhaled deeply and let the smoke out. Then she bent her neck to<br />

the side a few times.<br />

"So I went to recuperate at my grandmother's place on the coast in Izu.<br />

I thought I'd forget about that particular competition and really relax,<br />

spend a couple of weeks away from the piano doing anything I<br />

wanted. But it was hopeless. Piano was all I could think about. Maybe<br />

my finger would never move again. How would I live if that<br />

happened? The same thoughts kept going round and round in my<br />

brain. And no wonder: piano had been my whole life up to that point. I<br />

had started playing when I was four and grew up thinking about the<br />

piano and nothing else. I never did housework so as not to injure my<br />

fingers. People paid attention to me for that one thing: my talent at the<br />

piano. Take the piano away from a girl who's grown up like that, and<br />

what's left? So then, snap! MY mind became a complete jumble. Total<br />

darkness."<br />

She dropped her cigarette to the ground and stamped it out, then bent<br />

her neck a few times again.<br />

"That was the end of my dream of becoming a concert pianist. I spent<br />

two months in the hospital. My finger started to move shortly after I<br />

arrived, so I was able to return to the conservatoire and graduate, but<br />

something inside me had vanished. Some jewel of energy or<br />

something had disappeared - evaporated - from inside my body. The<br />

doctor said I lacked the mental strength to become a professional<br />

pianist and advised me to abandon the idea. So after graduating I took<br />

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