Avram Dehpour was beset with panic because his right hand
had frozen up, grown heavy, during a Schubert sonata, missing
several notes during the Andante, sending a soft murmur — accompanied
by hard biting coughs from angry throats — through the audience.
All was suddenly asunder, his command faltering, the normal alliance
between his skill, his talent, and what might be called
genius, broken. The audience settled into a stunned silence. An
aural black hole from which emerged a few more tight
coughs. As most everyone already knows, his grand celebration, his
triumphant return from Moscow, was ruined. His fingers grew heavy.
Paraphrases from the story collection The Secret Goldfish by David Means.