Piano Music Monologue

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I woke up with the feeling of a velvet seat under me. The smell of fancy perfumes and aged wood filled the air. Where was I? I opened my eyes to come face-to-face with a long window in a longer hallway. The sound of classical music played on a piano filled my ears as I sat up from my dark red velvet, cushioned bench. Out the window I saw the victorian skyline of a country I hadn’t recognized, and from what I could tell it was probably European. How had I gotten here? The last thing that I remember was doing my homework and falling asleep. I guess I shouldn’t do homework at such a late time in the night. I walked on the wooden floor down the hallway to hear the piano music getting louder as I approached the door at the end. The door was light …show more content…

“I suppose the harp, that’s probably the only instrument I can’t seem to excel in” “Didn’t you play symphonies and stuff when you were only a child?” I asked. “Yes” Mozart said, “I learned how to play music when I was 3 years old. When I grew older, I traveled with my family to perform in tons different countries in Europe and I wrote symphonies. I was so young in fact, I wrote my 5th symphony when I was only 5 years old.” “That’s amazing!” I said. I never knew he created one of his best works when he was only five years old. “A great number of people considered me as a genius in classical music all through my life, through traveling in my teenage years, and up until now.” “Wow!” I said in awe.
“I married my beautiful wife, Constanze, in 1782. She’s only pretty in that she has two small black eyes and a good figure.” Mozart continued, “Two years later we moved to Prague and that’s where we are now.”
“I wonder what it’s like to move all across the continent,” I muttered. I never traveled outside of the state much, and I haven’t even been outside the US, until now at

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