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cookies. Garrison scanned the room for that lovely hair, but just when he located Anna, a man pushed a microphone into his face and another turned a large video camera on him. “Mr. Knight,” the man said through a wide grin, “can I get you to say a few words about tonight’s performance?” “Of course,” Garrison replied, though with some hesitation. He knew what was coming. “Simply wonderful performance, sir, and I’m sure you’re happy with how your orchestra has handled Dvořák’s 9th. But can you tell us why you chose the New World Symphony as your last piece for tonight’s performance?” “Certainly.” Garrison launched into his memorized response to such questions from the local media. They always wanted to know why he had chosen the music he had. As if he could explain it to them somehow. Still, he always managed to give them some sort of fake little explanation they could quote in their articles or use to fill up a few seconds of air time on a slow news day. Then came the second question he had expected. “I understand that tonight’s performance was your last for a while. What will these musicians — and you yourself — do during the strike and what do you hope to accomplish with this strike?” Again, Garrison spoke on autopilot. He reiterated the


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