She’s standing on a podium, with an enameled wand cocked between her fingers and sweat dampening the small of her back. Ranks of young musicians eye her skeptically.  She’s raises her arm in the oppressive silence and lets it drop. Miraculously, Sullivan’s overture to The Mikado explodes in front of her, recognizable and violently thrilling, and the one that made this music possible … More Our Maestra!!