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"
Well
then
,
who
do
you
play
with
?
"
"
Other
people
.
College
students
mostly
.
"
"
No
orchestra
?
No
chamber
-
music
ensemble
?
String
quartet
?
"
I
shook
my
head
,
remembering
a
time
when
one
of
my
student
teachers
invited
me
to
play
in
a
quartet
.
I
’
d
turned
her
down
because
playing
one
-
on
-
one
with
her
was
one
thing
;
playing
with
complete
strangers
was
another
.
I
’
d
always
believed
that
the
cello
was
a
solitary
instrument
,
but
now
I
was
starting
to
wonder
if
maybe
I
was
the
solitary
one
.
"
Hmm
.
How
are
you
any
good
?
"
Peter
asked
.
"
I
don
’
t
mean
to
sound
like
an
a
*
*
hole
,
but
isn
’
t
that
how
you
get
good
?
It
’
s
like
tennis
.
If
you
play
someone
crappy
,
you
end
up
missing
shots
or
serving
all
sloppy
,
but
if
you
play
with
an
ace
player
,
suddenly
you
’
re
all
at
the
net
,
lobbing
good
volleys
.
"
"
I
wouldn
’
t
know
,
"
I
told
Peter
,
feeling
like
the
most
boring
,
sheltered
person
ever
.
"
I
don
’
t
play
tennis
,
either
.
"
The
next
few
days
went
by
in
a
blur
.
I
had
no
idea
why
they
put
out
the
kayaks
.
There
was
no
time
for
playing
.
Not
that
kind
,
anyway
.
The
days
were
totally
grueling
.
Up
at
six
-
thirty
,
breakfast
by
seven
,
private
study
time
for
three
hours
in
the
morning
and
in
the
afternoon
,
and
orchestra
rehearsal
before
dinner
.
I
’
d
never
played
with
more
than
a
handful
of
musicians
before
,
so
the
first
few
days
in
orchestra
were
chaotic
.
The
camp
’
s
musical
director
,
who
was
also
the
conductor
,
scrambled
to
get
us
situated
and
then
it
was
everything
he
could
do
to
get
us
playing
the
most
basic
of
movements
in
any
semblance
of
time
.
On
the
third
day
,
he
trotted
out
some
Brahms
lullabies
.
The
first
time
we
played
,
it
was
painful
.
The
instruments
didn
’
t
blend
so
much
as
collide
,
like
rocks
caught
in
a
lawn
mower
.
"
Terrible
!
"
he
screamed
.
"
How
can
any
of
you
ever
expect
to
play
in
a
professional
orchestra
if
you
cannot
keep
time
on
a
lullaby
?
Now
again
!
"
After
about
a
week
,
it
started
to
gel
and
I
got
my
first
taste
of
being
a
cog
in
the
machine
.
It
made
me
hear
the
cello
in
an
entirely
new
way
,
how
its
low
tones
worked
in
concert
with
the
viola
’
s
higher
notes
,
how
it
provided
a
foundation
for
the
woodwinds
on
the
other
side
of
the
orchestra
pit
.
