The Last and First Recital Ah, my life was so beautiful, wasn't it...? We gave concerts, and I used to enchant people with my voice. I didn't write or compose any of the songs I sang. But I sang them as if I had written them myself. My voice undoubtedly brought peace to the listeners. A heavy silence would fall upon the room as my fingers moved back and forth over the piano keys. The silence of peace... But when I gave my last recital, I couldn't have known it would also be my first. Isn't a recital 'the final stage' anyway? Turns out, it wasn't...