The debut novel of singer Tui Hirv is about a young woman making her first steps in life and classical music. Emotions heat up thanks to a strange relationship with a love from her past, by balancing what is permissible and what isn’t with older male colleagues and teachers and, of course, by the music itself.

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  • ISBN 978-9949-15-288-9

An excerpt from the book

We didn’t pause once. We played both cycles in the right tempo according to the dynamics prescribed by the composer. I had to remember everything that Rasmus once taught me about interpreting during our piano lessons, because the same applies exactly to vocals. A composer’s notes need the utmost attention. It’s one of the prerequisites of professionalism. When the music stopped, I held my breath for a moment.

Rasmus’ playing had carried me through my songs. I understood all of his musical aspirations. He let me shine when I had a high note, he gave me room to breathe when I had a lot of text, and he didn’t overpower me when I was singing low.

It was like dancing the tango with a great partner.

“Hedda, that was just brilliant,” said Rasmus after a long pause.

“I was just about to say the same thing!” I cheered.

(continued in the book)