“Bravo, bravo!”sings Mrs Perstzegi. This piano lesson had been exhausting. The concert was next week and Mrs P was determined.
As concert day draws near, my nervousness grows.
D-day. The concert is at night; 8pm precisely. My family’s excited; I’m not.
They take their seats. My big brother, Pedro, will take pictures.
All too soon, it’s my turn. One deep breath to steady my nerves- then I begin. The notes of Beethoven’s ‘Für Elise’ fill the room.
Nervous fingers fumble slightly but calm the minute Pedro comes into view. Anytime I lose sight of him, my fingers jitter. Thankfully, he realises it too because he comes close to the stage – and waits.
The standing ovation I get is nothing compared to my gratitude to Pedro.
That was over 20 years ago. Pedro’s passed now, but anytime I’m disturbed, I conjure up his image in my mind. Only then, does my spirit still.
Copyright 2017- Vivian Zems
After 7 years of playing the piano, I gave it up to pursue other interests. Mrs P was a great teacher- in her thick Hungarian accent- but those concerts were a torture! I wonder…perhaps this is my muse waking me up!? Stay tuned……