The hostess turned pale and the pianist knocked over his chair, instantly recognizing the melody buried 10 years ago!
The air inside the Grand Ballroom of the Beverly Wilshire was curated to the last molecule, a vacuum meticulously scented with a thousand white lilies and filtered through vents whose mechanical heartbeats likely cost more than a high-end concert grand. To Lawrence Carter, a man celebrated worldwide as a musical genius yet deeply isolated in…