I beamed at my piano teacher, and began playing the first lines of ‘Canon in D Major’ by Johann Pachelbel, arranged by Fred Kern. My teacher’s foot repeatedly hit the ground, like a metronome. Shortly after she had explained how and when to play the notes, she asked,” So you understand it now?” I nodded quietly.
” Very good; now we shall look at the Menuett by Mozart.”
I shakily raised both my right and left hands and began playing the piece. But before I had reached the end of the first bar, she intervened politely and shook her head, ” No, you must make sure you handle the slurs beautifully and gracefully. Then my piano teacher carefully traced the slur lines in a bright fluorescent yellow pencil. ” So, you understand it now?” I nodded again. “Yes.”
” Very well.” She beamed at me through her wrinkled face, and continued, ” Great effort today, just make sure you connect the slurs gracefully, okay? Today you can have two stickers.”
“Thank you!” I replied enthusiastically. ” Don’t forget the slurs, you understand it now?” She reminded me once again.
I nodded curtly and left to collect my stickers. While I was doing so, I realised her favourite sentence was to say, “So, you understand it now?” I smiled to myself, collected my bag and left the house with my mother who was waiting for me outside with an umbrella, against the pouring rain.