The Music of New York Sonata
Tessa would have been happy to record the pieces mentioned in New York Sonata so you could hear the music and her playing, but, since she's fictional, she can't do this. I play the piano, but not well enough to represent Tessa's playing to her satisfaction. However, lots of wonderful pianists post their performances on YouTube. On this page I've provided YouTube links to renditions of some of the pieces mentioned in the book. None of the performers are associated with the book.
Her shoulders tensed, her stomach clenched. Some demon took control of her hands, and, to her astonishment, the Broadway standards gave way to the opening chords of the Pathetique Sonata.
The big, sonorous first chord, the long hold, and then the soft echoes. Control, control, strong but not proud, Miss Natasha had said to her tween prodigy years earlier. The feel of her fingers in the familiar chord positions and the sounds of Beethoven could do for Tessa what popular mush couldn’t, quenching the anger within and replacing it with serenity. The people, the food, the ship, the lights receded.
“What’s your name?” Silence.
“How old are you?”
The girl held up her right hand with all fingers splayed.
“Would you like me to play something for you?”
The girl nodded.
“Do you have a favorite song you’d like me to play?”
The girl shook her head.
Tessa played from Minuet in G from the Notebook for Anna Magdalena Bach, wondering if this might precipitate another remonstrance from Kat or visit from Chuck. It did not. Apparently, it was OK to play classical music if you were being supervised by a five-year-old
Tessa was in the middle of the third movement of the Moonlight, the very fast Presto movement, when her phone rang. She ignored it, as she always did when practicing at home.
The phone kept ringing, Tessa kept playing. In stark contrast to the hauntingly beautiful first movement of the Moonlight, the third can be played clinically and coldly. She liked the third movement, it was an excellent workout for her fingers which delighted in sprinting up the ladders of broken chords to leap exuberantly onto the full chords at top of each. Her piano liked the third movement, responding with dispassionate precision to Tessa’s expert technique. Her piano wasn’t her friend, but it was an excellent professional partner.
She sat at her piano and played the third movement of the Tempest, the light quick Allegretto movement that dances round and round without a pause from first note to last, overflowing with exuberance, the notes singing ‘he’s coming, he’s coming’. In moments he’ll be here, I summoned him, he said yes, he wants to see me, he wants to hold me in his arms, he finds me irresistible, I said to him come over and see me and he said yes, I’m the one in control, I decide the program, I decide when he shows up.
Tessa played Beethoven’s Sonatina in G. This was the first piece she’d ever played for Nick, the very first time he came to visit. It’s a simple piece, just right for a dog’s first introduction to the piano. Sonatina in G is all about heading forward, moving on. She played Sonatina in G for Nick, knowing that wherever he was he would hear her playing, and know that she loved him and missed him.
She returned to her table and admired her jewels. She carried the case over to her window and looked at her jewels in the window light. She put the case on her piano bench, raised the pane and held up her jewels to admire them in the direct sunlight. She carried the case into her bedroom, laid it carefully on her dressing table and, after brushing her hair, positioned the tiara carefully on her head, put on the earrings and admired herself in her dressing table mirror. She stood up, turned, took a half step back, and admired herself in her full-length mirror. The sea-blue sapphires lit her golden hair and nicely complemented her long white T-shirt dress with its winding alligator starting hungrily down at her bunny slippers. It was a good look. She felt attractive. She felt pleased with life. She thought kindly thoughts about Chuck.
She sat at her piano, wearing her tiara, princess at morning music practice, and played the Allegro movement of the Waldstein, the part in which the left-hand counts chords like jewels, one two three four five six sev’n eight nine ten ‘lev’n twelve, and the right tinkles wow, how pretty!
Kat looked doubtful. “Are you sure you want to cook?” Both Tessa and Kat knew that Tessa’s culinary skills were far less impressive than her musical talents. “And you’re going to have him here?” She looked around. “Do you want me to help you clean?”
“Thanks for the offer, but the apartment’s fine. It’s all in the quality of the company and the quantity of the wine. I shall cook. Then I shall play the Appassionata.”
Kat gasped. “The Appassionata?”
Tessa nodded, resolute. “The Appassionata!” It was time to pull out all the stops in the pipe organ of her wiles.
The photo at the top of this page was downloaded from Unsplash at the following link: Ashley Byrd