in the house.
I learned chords.
but it was a struggle.
and I wanted to play with Dusty the cat.
But even she had her limits.
She talked to Mom.
"Look at her fingers, Sister Naomi,
they are so long and slender.
And she has a feel for the music.
Why, she could be a concert pianist
If I could just get her to buckle down."
Mom had a long talk with me.
She said I was missing out on a good opportunity
and that I was hurting Sister Taylor's feelings
by not paying attention.
So I buckled down and did real good.
I was Sister Taylor's best student.
I performed at her recital
playing "Curious Story"
and curtseying to the loud
applause.
For a while
I daydreamed about being a concert pianist.
I saw myself in a white flowing robe
floating to the piano
lifting my arms so that my robe fell away
revealing my long slender white fingers.
The hall was cavernous
dark
filled with adoring fans
gazing up at my celestial whiteness.
But in my heart I knew the truth.
I didn't have what it took
to buckle down
and become anything special.
There was just so much to do
and to see
and to talk about
and to try
and piano lessons took too long
and they were so much work
practicing at the church
glissandos
staccatos
riffs
that Mom and Sister Taylor
had to be satisfied
with me just being the back-up pianist
for our church.
Sister Taylor got me a lovely wide-leafed plant
that she said would live under almost any conditions
for my birthday.
Music playing:The Entertainer
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