My mom made me take piano lessons. I crept into a strange studio at the Colburn School; started to play “Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star” on an old, beat-up Steinway; and my teacher, Heewon Kwon, frowned with disappointment. This was last November… and not when I was five. Okay, so it was the Mozart variations on “Ah, vous dirai-je, Maman.” The intention really was not to get coaching until February, but both my mom and Heewon were pretty adamant that I should make my way in