After the performance, Howard accompanied three violinists and the timpanist to the bars of old San Juan. With Beethoven’s Ninth still ringing in their ears, they needed to wind down. They toasted the tour with mojitos. Howard found himself dancing the merengue with his hands locked to the gyrating hips of a buxom Puerto Rican. He retired to the hotel alone.

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