OK, so he didn’t ask for my liver. And it wasn’t Hannibal Lecter. It was Anthony Hopkins. But a chill still went up my spine yesterday when I heardÂ Hopkins’ voice on my cell phone, asking me to attend the premier performance of his music by the Dallas Symphony Orchestra on Oct. 17. There’s no telling how many Dallas-Fort Worth residents got similar, bone-chilling phone calls. Will IÂ go? Nah. IÂ might stay home that night and have some friends for dinner.