a dream too strange that i can't possibly record everything in words and may have distorted the original meanings.
saw francis. an orchestral piece composed for margaret thatcher - but the lady who stood in front of us was not exactly margaret thatcher (an asian-faced person... as far as i remember), but some sort of 傳人... shouldn't be her reincarnation i guess. i didn't know about this event before and i hurried to sit down (1st violin inside desk i think) and the orchestra started playing the new composition/arrangement. as it's the first time i saw the score it's all sight reading. i got lost at some point but kept on playing because i somehow knew the melody (because it's actually taken from a famous piece... so frustrating. i don't know the name!). we played faster and faster and i struggled on with a long passage from Mozart's Sonata in A K331 3rd movement (also called Turkish March i.e. 仲有最靚既豬腩肉) (I realized this it's actually Mozart only after I woke up).