Into a Manhattan brownstone house that creakily yearns for the better old days, clump musicians of the Gallo Opera Academy. Thirty, sometimes 40 of them with viols, horns, drums, assemble in the large front room—a small symphony orchestra. Giuseppe G. M. Gallo heads the academy, directs the musicians to their places, hands out scores, worries his white moustache. When all is ready, there is a pause. The orchestra waits for the little child to lead them. He is Ottavio Arturo Gallo, 8, son of Headmaster Gallo. In his life, he has not...
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