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pupils and taught them at home. But the pain I felt was excruciating. It<br />

was as if my life had ended. Here I was in my early twenties and the<br />

best part of my life was over. Do you see how terrible that would be? I<br />

had such potential, then woke up one day and it had gone. No more<br />

applause, no one would make a big fuss over me, no one would tell<br />

me how wonderful I was. I spent day after day in the house teaching<br />

neighbourhood children Beyer exercises and sonatinas. I felt so<br />

miserable, I cried all the time. To think what I had missed! I would<br />

hear about people who were far less talented than me winning second<br />

place in a competition or holding a recital in such-and-such a hall, and<br />

the tears would pour out of me.<br />

"My parents walked around on tiptoe, afraid of hurting me. But I<br />

knew how disappointed they were. All of a sudden the daughter they<br />

had been so proud of was an ex-mental-patient. They couldn't even<br />

marry me off. When you're living with people, you sense what they're<br />

feeling, and I hated it. I was afraid to go out, afraid the neighbours<br />

were talking about me. So then, snap! It happened again - the jumble,<br />

the darkness. It happened when I was 24, and this time I spent seven<br />

months in a sanatorium. Not this place: a regular insane asylum with<br />

high walls and locked gates. A filthy place without pianos. I didn't<br />

know what to do with myself. All I knew was I wanted to get out of<br />

there as soon as I could, so I struggled desperately to get better. Seven<br />

months: a long seven months. That's when my wrinkles started."<br />

Reiko smiled, her lips stretching from side to side.<br />

"I hadn't been out of the hospital for long when I met a man and got<br />

married. He was a year younger than me, an engineer who worked in<br />

an aeroplane manufacturing company, and one of my pupils. A nice<br />

man. He didn't say a lot, but he was warm and sincere. He had been<br />

taking lessons from me for six months when all of a sudden he asked<br />

me to marry him. Just like that - one day when we were having tea<br />

after his lesson. Can you believe it? We had never dated or held<br />

hands. He took me totally off guard. I told him I couldn't get married.<br />

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