The evening we selected for my 'premiere' was Easter Sunday.

I had plenty of time, and I happened to know someone who had a piano, so I practised it, to get my rusty piano playing into something resembling shape. Then the evening arrived. I was to stroke the ivories until eleven, and then the hotel guests who wanted to would head off to worship at the local church at its Midnight Service. So here I was waiting at the bar. I only ever drink G and T when I'm nervous, so I chose that drink, was told it was gift from the house, calmed myself down, and made my way down from the balcony to the floor below. The piano stood in a corner and people sat around in chairs. I sat down and I played. An islandwide power cut in the middle meant that I had to play using candlelight, but it gave a romantic quality to everything: the clinking glasses, the murmur of the guests, the view out over the dark sea, and the terrace outside with its Romeos and Juliets.
However, as I got carried away in my impersonation of a piano player with only one trick, I forgot to surprise the guests.
Someone bought me a drink - another G and T - which I sipped at between numbers, and this did not seem to affect my playing. A child came down and stared at me. Children are not necessarily told it's impolite to stare in Greece, so they do, openly.
I finished. The guests murmured their thanks, and made their way to their cars. Yiannis' girlfriend, who was sitting at the bar, was blunt.
"You played very well but there were no surprises! I can't stand music that's played that sounds all the same."
So, that was that.
There was only one other time I played at The Aneroussa, a few years later, and then the issue was not so much my playing - I remembered to vary the style and tone of my performance. I incorporated a lot of Greek songs that the Greeks thought were Italian songs, and the Italians thought were French, the French thought were British, and the British had no idea where they might be from. However, they had to pay me for it. An English priest had moved in on the piano by then and wanted to 'repay the community' by playing there for free. I wonder if he still does.
The Aneroussa hotel is not a backpacker's hotel. It has its own beach in front of it, and another beach, the Delaroyas, which is a designated nudist beach, or was then. If you ever visit the hotel, you won't see me playing the piano there. Nor will you see me on either of the beaches. There are a lot of good beaches on Andros.