Maestro Artifoni calls it a sacrifice, but a choice? No. One of the possibilities possible: I might sing for my supper. I have that talent, that’s mine. But his advice came in late. My exile, my return, I was there, now I’m here. 3/4 at 160. His timing is off. But I am grateful to him, his handshake given to me, a touch that didn’t take, but it is in vain.