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Oh, you said it so well. : )

And I'll bet her mind was whirring too, but mostly it was "Oh, I hope this person leaves me to my peace and doesn't strike up a chatty conversation, because I just don't have it in me right now... oh good, she's engrossed into her book and dang, I wish I'd gotten a second book at the airport because I'm almost done with the one I got and then I'll be alone with my thoughts and that's a scary place indeed and oh boy, time to ramp up the angle of this jogging machine more because here come the thoughts right now, and maybe I can outrun them, and boy, this silence in the room is nice and thank goodness this didn't turn into a chat-fest where I might have to explain just why it is I'm there and why I chose to play the cello and not the violin..."

In that sort of situation I would always try to talk with someone. You can very quickly tell if the person is open to talking or not. The alternative would have been to introduce yourself at the end and ask if she wanted to have a drink and/or go out for dinner. That would allow her to choose whether she feels social and has time. I think you should have said "Hi" and introduced yourself. Being on the road, celebrated cellist or not, is a lonely life with few opportunities for any real human contact (other than airline staff, cab drivers, hotel clerks, concert staff, and the like - mostly people just doing their jobs). Spending an hour or so in a hotel exercise room with someone with similar interests and passions would most likely be a welcome break. At the worst, she would have been polite but maybe distant; more likely you'd have ended up meeting her for coffee or lunch later.

Great concert, by the way. It was well worth the long drive from Kasilof. And Alisa's Dvorak was fantastic. I like that it so fully involves the orchestra, yet still allows the cello to soar.

Something similar has happened to me at scientific meetings and conferences: I'm at the hotel gym (or in the hot tub) and I'll hear someone else talking about NMDA receptors or they're wearing a faded T-shirt with a molecular biology reagent supplier logo on it, and I'll think, oh, another neuroscientist (or, as an old friend once put it, "nerdo-scientist"). I have never regretted it when I have worked up the courage to introduce myself and say something; usually it's just a nice, short chat among colleagues and doesn't lead to anything more, but it can make the gym time more pleasant and makes you feel less alone and far from home in a strange city. So you were side by side for an hour and neither of you said a word. Good thing neither of you made a sudden move, or you'd have both started screaming. Sometimes, silence speaks louder than words. And it is really neat in a odd sort of way you think about it afterwards that so much you didn’t (and probably needn't)say! What a beautiful story...thank you for sharing. Everyone here has said the right things, and I wonder if situations like these are situations during which one should trust one's instincts, to get a feel for the person to be approached... I remember reading a story about a student at Princeton who happened upon Albert Einstein standing on a bridge looking at some fish in the water. His mind was full of deeply profound things he wanted to say to Einstein... he imagined the conversation they might have about the nature of all things... So he worked up his courage and walked over and stood next to him. Staring down at the water, he could only manage to say: "Fish!" To which Einstein replied: "Fisch, Ja!" Still, a special moment!

:-)

David, I love your story! That is a great story. It's funny, but I think I would actually be content to hold a conversation like that with Einstein. There are lots of things people say to break the ice to strangers. The most common one is "Can you give me a dollar?" Or "Got a metronome?" You could have spun it into a compliment. Instead of worrying about letting her know you were the one scratching next door, say "I'm the one scratching next door." She would say "Oh no, that's lovely. I've been enjoying it." Then you could have blogged "Alicia Wellerstein says my playing is lovely." But noooo. This is such a beautiful thread. I'm not so sure what to say, apart from admitting that my practising also sounds scratchy to me (I wouldn't want to be accused of just *playing* the easy bits ^_^ ).

So I say nothing for a long while, and just re-read Emily's post, feeling ever lonelier as that impossible gap between the two musicians gets wider and wider. And there's so much I want to say to them both, as I so recognise myself and many others in their impossibly beautiful, impossibly human predicament.

And what if she'd said something? Every moment is a death of all the unchosen choices. Instead of a sad post, there might have been a funny story about an embarrassing moment in the gym at the top of a hotel. (Or the obituary of a distracted concert cellist in a freak treadmill-accident. ^_^ )

If I have to say anything, I think I'll go with a hesitant "Fish."

Thanks Emily