A full room. People looking. Silence. Everything waits, spellbound, for the one moment. I, eight years old, sit at the piano, prepare myself. This moment: magical. How will they react? What will they feel? I start to play. Varying rhythm and volume is fun for me. Here according to plan, there a variation, not according to book, but comes a little closer to the original idea. Rearranging history and time. Context. I love it. The meaning has changed, the material remains the same. Today. A full room. People looking. Silence. Everything waits spellbound for the one moment. I, 22 years old, sit in the audience and wait. This moment: magical. How will they react? What will they feel? My cut is running in the cinema.