In the middle of the Bach’s second suite prelude , my instrument started to feel heavier, suddenly it shook… I stopped playing and did a dead silence, a slight echo of a breathing seemed to come from inside it. I stepped away, leaving it supported by the chair. Instinctively I used the bow as a defense, interposing it between the cello and myself like a sword or a golf stick. Then I saw this “trapped in a cello guy” staring at me, he didn’t say a word. Hold my breath. After a neverending silence, that maybe lasted just for a few seconds, he began humming the prelude from the exact point I had stopped playing… Since then I put some food inside the “f” each 8 hours, and use a drinking straw to hydrate him. Seems quite a nice guy.


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