There’s a breathlessness to it — fingers stumbling just behind the brain, a metronome set to a number no one chose. Eight point eight. Not a round, confident allegro. Not the reckless abandon of 160.
(Imagining “Presto 8.8” as a tempo marking with a twist)
Very fast, but not quite 9.
8.8 - Presto
There’s a breathlessness to it — fingers stumbling just behind the brain, a metronome set to a number no one chose. Eight point eight. Not a round, confident allegro. Not the reckless abandon of 160.
(Imagining “Presto 8.8” as a tempo marking with a twist)
Very fast, but not quite 9.
