“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…..
Finish the story in Tales in Teacups
Copyright 2017- Vivian Zems
153 words
Weekend Writing Prompt #21 -Day and Night
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……
Smell The Coffee 
September 24, 2017 at 2:46 am
Lovely piece, lovely song, lovely lady 😃💛
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September 24, 2017 at 10:08 am
Aww- thanks Walt- from a perfect gentleman! 🙂
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September 24, 2017 at 12:13 pm
I’m just me 🙂
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September 27, 2017 at 12:35 am
Love Pedro! Such a heartwarming story.
On another note, did you really take lessons from a Hungarian teacher? Commiserations! Hungarians don’t play around when it comes to music and education, so I can only imagine. And the two are inextricable. Although, I’m a huge fan of kids learning to play at least one instrument. I always wanted to play the piano, but I had to stick with the violin. Hated it, though I always loved classical music. But now I’m always drawn to Klezmer and Roma music. Alongside the classical.
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September 27, 2017 at 12:29 pm
Yes, for my sins- Mrs Perstzegi—-i’m sure its spelled wrong. She was strict as hell. 2 hors practice daily!!
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September 27, 2017 at 4:27 pm
Ouch. That is tough.
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September 27, 2017 at 12:35 am
Oh, and I love Beethoven. And Für Elise.
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