This Classical Teacher’s Secret Identity

By Alyssa Marshall Who taught you that music can be beautiful? I cannot remember learning that. No one taught me to listen to music or to let it take me to other places in my mind and heart. If music played, I was drawn to listen. When I was six years old and my mother put Tchaikovsky’s Nutcracker Suite on the stereo, no one prompted me to dance around the house dramatically. No one explained the musical dynamics to me; no one had to tell me, “This part sounds sad, and this part is more joyful.” As I danced, I …