I heard a story about the virtuoso violinist Paganini who
was preparing for the concert of his life.
All the people who would influence his future success were
going to be there. It was his chance to
show off his awesome skill, his incredible sensitivity and his latest
innovations on playing his instrument.
There was a lot riding on this concert.
And so, after months of protracted practice upon his
priceless Stradivarius violin, he turned up to the concert feeling prepared to
play the concert of a lifetime.
Just before the curtain opening, he realised that he’d left
his violin at home. He was devastated –
after all that practice, after a lifetime’s hard work – he was going to be
ruined – he wouldn’t be able to weave the magic he knew he could to the
audience he most wanted to impress.
His
close friend encouraged him to find a violin and just go ahead with what he’d
planned.
Alas, the show must go on and he borrowed a humble violin
and went on stage prepared to do his best.
The show ended with thunderous applause – it really had been
the concert of a lifetime.
His friend fought his way through the adoring fans backstage
an d asked him what happened.
Paganini dropped his head and whispered into his ear:
“I discovered that the music was in me, not the instrument”
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