I was expecting to spend all day there while my daughter auditioned to get into Frank Sinatra HS for the Arts but to my surprise we were heading back to Brooklyn by noon. And miracle of miracles, she emerged from her tests smiling and grateful for the kindness of the man who auditioned her on guitar. I think he gave her hope, and whether it is false hope or promising hope, it made her day. She'll find out in February if she is one of 40 or so NYC 13-year olds to attend the music program there.
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Like I said: Paradise!
Kind of neo-classical. And bright.
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