One day, Vicki, his piano teacher told him, “Azul, you will perform tomorrow in front of a large audience. You are getting to be quite the pianist! Your fingers move like a squirrel on the piano keys. But there is something missing.” “What is it?” Azul just had to know. He really... really wanted to be, not just a good pianist, but a great pianist. Vicki smiled. She whispered into Azul’s ear a piano teacher’s secret. “Play with your heart, not with your fingers.”