The seventeen thousand five hundred fans in the Hollywood Bowl fell into a reverent, breathless silence that seemed to envelop the entire canyon in sacred peace. June looked down at the worn ivory keys of the Baldwin Acrosonic, took a slow, steadying breath, and played the opening four-bar introduction. The acoustic tone of the upright piano was magnificent—warm, woody, and intimate, radiating through the amphitheater shell like a gentle heartbeat.…
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