THE PIANO
Where does music come from? Is it something that you
learn? Or is it simply given to you — and nobody knows
where it comes from?
The young boy in this story is not good at school. He is
not good at learning words or numbers. He likes to sing
with the other boys and girls; but he is not good at
singing. He does not get the first job that he tries to get.
He is a nice boy, but he is not good at anything special.
And then he finds a piano. He also finds that he can play
the piano. So, perhaps we can say that he does not find
music, but that music finds him.
CONTENTS
1 In the Dressing-room 1
2 A Poor Boy 4
3 A Farmer's Boy 8
4 An Old Piano 12
5 The Village School 20
6 Mr Gordon finds a Musician 27
7 The Music Competition 32
8 The End of the Story 38
GLOSSARY 40
ACTIVITIES: Before Reading 44
ACTIVITIES:
While Reading 45
ACTIVITIES:
After Reading 48
ABOUT THE AUTHOR 52
ABOUT BOOKWORMS 53
STORY INTRODUCTION
Chapter 1
In the Dressing-room
SIR ANTHONY EVANS PLAYS LISZT. The words
above the door of the theatre were a metre high. On
the wall there was a big picture of Sir Anthony at the
piano. Hundreds of people were waiting outside the
ticket office. It was Sir Anthony's eightieth birthday
concert and everybody wanted a ticket. I had a special
ticket, because I was a newspaper reporter. I wanted to
talk to the famous pianist before his concert. I showed
my ticket to the doorman and went into the theatre.
Then I walked upstairs to the dressing-rooms.
On my way upstairs I thought about the famous
pianist. I was a little afraid. My mouth was dry and
my hands were shaking.
I arrived outside the dressing-room.
There was a big gold star on the door.
I knocked, and a tall man opened it. He was very
old, but his eyes were blue and bright. He was wearing
black trousers and a beautiful white shirt. He had a lot
of straight, silvery hair. He looked just like his picture
on the wall of the theatre.
'My name's Sally Hill,' I began. ' I . . .'
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The Piano
Hundreds of people were waiting outside the ticket office
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In the Dressing-room
The old man saw my notebook and smiled at me.
'Don't tell me. You're a reporter. Which newspaper
do you work for?'
'The Sunday Times, sir.'
'A very good newspaper. Come in and sit down. Ask
your questions. We were young once, weren't we,
Linda? But of course that was a long time ago.'
He turned to a tall woman, who was standing in the
corner. She smiled at me with friendly brown eyes. 'So
this is Lady Evans,' I thought. 'What a nice face she
has! She looks like a farmer's wife.'
I was not afraid any more. I sat down and opened
my notebook.
'Tell me about yourself, please, Sir Anthony. Did
you come from a musical family? Did you start to learn
the piano when you were three, like Mozart?'
The famous pianist smiled. 'No, no, my dear. I am
the first musician in my family. And I was fourteen
years old before I touched a piano for the first time.'
He saw the surprise on my face. 'We have a little time
before my concert. I'll tell you my story. It's a strange
story, but every word of it is true. You see, I left school
when I was thirteen. Everybody called me Tony in
those days. I worked on a farm . . .'
It was an exciting story and he told it well. At first I
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