I’ve been taking piano lessons with this older Russian lady for the last six months. She’s an amazing piano player and often regales me with stories from her childhood in Russia that make me feel guilty for being an American.
Usually when I’m having a lesson she interrupts my playing to ask what I was doing wrong. I’ve learned that no matter what I’m doing, I can usually answer legato and that satisfies her. In my last lesson though, she suddenly told me to stop and looked at me.