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A December 1960 snowstorm had canceled rehearsal. The four sisters were stranded in the empty studio, with only dim lights and an old piano in the corner. “It’s so cold,” Kathy said, rubbing her hands together. Dianne walked over to the piano and softly played a few notes. Peggy began to hum an impromptu melody. Janet and Kathy naturally joined in, creating a complex four-part harmony. They weren’t singing their familiar hits, but a melancholy, improvised tune about falling snow and warm hearths. An old stagehand, tucked away in the shadows, was listening. He said nothing, but he knew he had just witnessed a small miracle that no camera would ever capture. It was music meant only for them.

Introduction In our hyper-documented world, every moment seems to be a performance. We filter our...