1.The littlest pianist hops up on the bench, feet dangling high off the floor, and plinks out his tune. His countenance bears all the seriousness of a concert pianist. If by chance he glances at the audience, our smiles will give away the fact that we think he's cute as a button.
2. She's not playing it for us, or for the audience, or even for her teacher. She's playing it for the Steinway.
3. A natural sifting and positioning takes place whereby ladies end up mingling on one side of the room, gentlemen on the other. The ladies "out noise" the men every time.