But we still had the pieces left that would later be mixed with chorus. Don had saved these for last thinking he would have to tune the orchestra to A440.   Don decided to use Sound Forge to pitch the already recorded chorus to the tuning of the orchestra. Anyway these were some of the most difficult cues. Maty announced to the orchestra that we were crunched for time but they had interesting music to play today. It was amazing how fast the
orchestra would get a cue under their fingers. After one or two rehearsals it would sound very sloppy, but as soon as the recorder was on they miraculously came together and usually nailed it. We came across some wrong notes and a badly written passage, but like usual we fixed or altered with great speed. There was always some problem with the click. We couldn’t figure out if Pro Tools was causing the click to not play the first beat or what. Maty asked Don a few times how many clicks there were before the beginning bar and Don would always reply
“8”. So next time we must work out something different. In the last hour we still had a few cues and were wondering if we were going to make it. The orchestra requested they get out at 1:30 instead of 2:00. Rich made a deal that if they skipped their last break they could get out early. We finished recording at exactly 1:30! Don gave a short speech of thanks
to the orchestra. There was applause and hand shakes all around. Many of the orchestra came to shake hands out in the lobby. We were all relieved and exhilarated at the same time.

    After the session Szidi took us downtown. Rich had a meeting with Mokep, a film distribution company here. We walked around and took a subway to the square where we found the shop that had bottles of wine on which you could print people’s names. Don thought it a good idea to buy a gift for David for his name day dinner. After he had placed his order we rode the subway back to the movie company to meet up with Rich. We
then walked around by the Parliament building, took a few pictures. Don layed down on the grass and was instantly asleep.  After Don's nap, we took a subway over to the wine place. Don and I sat and drank cappuccino while Szidi and Rich went to buy bags so we could carry
the parts from the music house to the apartment, having left the big black bag at the apartment. Anyway, they returned, we picked up the wine, then taxied over to the restaurant where Istvan had invited us for dinner. A very elegant place it was. We were the first to arrive. Istvan arrived shortly bringing CD’s of artists which he had recorded or
produced. He gave us a rundown of his producing accomplishments. Very impressive. Shortly after the other guests started to arrive: David and his wife and daughter (little Anna), also his mother the actress Katinin Lotya and her husband, Erno Kiraly, a well know older musician. Maty and his wife and son and daughter, and then Balint, Istvan’s son, arrived
last. When all were seated the speeches started. First Istvan, then Don gave an eloquent speech, then I gave my short one in Hungarian:

“Don, Rich es en is megtisztelonek erezzuk, hogy reszt vehetunk Zsolt
nevnapi vacsorajan. Szeretnenk Koszonetet mondani a project minden
resztvevojenek, es remeljuk, hogy a KMN mindenkit egy kicsit bodogabba
tesz.”

“On behalf of Don, Rich and I, we are honored to be a part of David’s
name day. We wish to thank everyone involved in the project. And we hope
that KMN will bring everyone a little bit more happiness.”

    I pulled it off fairly well. Katinin commented that I sounded like the Pope, I guess because of my monotone delivery, Ha! (editor's note: It was actually because he was speaking in a language he didn't know, like the pope does when he visits other countries.) But everyone seemed to appreciate the fact that I had made the attempt. Dinner was great. The waiters brought our plates out covered with shiny chrome domes. With great flourish they uncovered our meals. Conversation was lively. We laughed greatly. Katinin sang a very beautiful piece using her voice in unusual ways. Applause followed. She gave me another copy of her poems. I will make a CD for her when I get home.   After dinner we (Don, Rich, Szidi, and I) taxied back to the apartment.