In the midst of pomp and pageantry he has one of the loneliest jobs in town in the midst of cheers and bravissimos he earns never so much as a nod of the head. He knows more scores, note for note and word for word, than any performer or musician at the Met, yet his name never even appears in the program notes. NIGHT after night, during the glittering season of New York’s Metropolitan Opera Company, a plump small grey-haired man does his evening’s work at the edge of the stage, right in front of the critical eyes of thousands of operalovers who never see him. He is unknown and unhonored hut Ezio Pinza calls him “the Toscanini of the prompters" Otello Ceroni sticks his pale face out of a hole in the Metropolitan Opera stage and tells the stars what to do and when to do it.
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