His family had called it a waste of a classical education. His friends, blunter, told him he was nuts. Tony sat down at the piano, nodded to his stage manager, and the curtain rose. As his fingers caressed the keys, seventeen-thousand voices filled the Hollywood Bowl with his signature song.
Making It
Making It
Making It
His family had called it a waste of a classical education. His friends, blunter, told him he was nuts. Tony sat down at the piano, nodded to his stage manager, and the curtain rose. As his fingers caressed the keys, seventeen-thousand voices filled the Hollywood Bowl with his signature song.