We were to meet Mozart. At least, a modern-day equivalent. An upstart composer of 31 whose opera Eurydice was debuting at New York’s Met. Never mind that Wolfie had died at the age of 35 with 22 operas on the scoresheet. Matthew Aucoin, wunderkind, has penned five. Not quite Mozart, yet.
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