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They wanted me to be a concert pianist, because i had a very good right hand, but my left hand's terrible and i hated performing.
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They Wanted Me To Be A Concert

Stephen Sondheim
They wanted me to be a concert pianist, because i had a very good right hand, but my left hand's terrible and i hated performing.
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