A Significant Person

May be I`m not the best one describing this person, because I just see him an hour peer week. And he is also a really mysterious person. He can talk with you for hours about his life stories without letting you know anything of his personal life. You might think it’s impossible, but he finds the way to hide himself with his eloquence and honesty. He is also very unpredictable, and always surprises me with every new detail I get to know about him. But without mattering I can`t understand his secret life, my piano professor has been someone significant in my life.

Everything started when I was ten years old. In that time my father used to school and back home. And I went to school a half our later than I actually do. But that half hour really mattered, because all the birds were already awaked, and the sun was already up in the sky to illuminate the day with its warm light. There was no morning fog; instead, the sky looked of a clean light blue. You know, the color in which the sky looks after a rainy night. It was January, school had just started, and since there was a lot of wind, there were no clouds.

That day when I went out of school and my father was driving home, I saw an announcement. It was hanged in a big oak tree in the school`s street. It had the shape of a piano, which caught my attention, and it had a telephone number written on it. I started shouting and pointing at it in the minute I saw it, So that my dad putted attention to it. When he saw it he fastly wrote the number in a ticket. And I made him promise he would call to that telephone number.

I had been talking about taking piano lessons with my dad years before, but there were no piano teachers that gave classes in the weekend. And I didn’t had other free day, for I had ballet classes all the week. So, I had no teacher, but I had bought a keyboard already. And I was trusting that whoever had hanged that announcement would be my teacher. If he had not been the one, I would probably have left the keyboard unproductive again.

Finally my dad called the professor and my first class was on Saturday of that same week at 7:30 am. The day before, I didn’t even slept, because I was too nervous about the class. I started imagining how my professor would look like, how he would give me the class, and what he would teach me. In the morning I dressed up, and without even taking breakfast, I went down stairs to wait for my new professor’s arrival. When the door got opened all my doubts and questions about him were answered. There was only one thing left; the class.

My professor talked to my parents a long time before the class, and I only received like 20 minutes of piano lessons. But they are still some of the most important minutes of my life. Because once I started playing the piano I couldn’t stop. I think it became part of me. And as the piano, my professor became very important to me. He is kind, polite, and he dedicates a lot of his time to teach each of his students. And every time you see him giving classes, you can easily notice that he really loves what he does.

There had passed only 9 months or less when my professor asked my parents if they would like to keep a piano in the house. And he said I would be able to play it instead of the keyboard in reward of the favor we were going to do to him. They obviously accepted the deal and by the next class I was already playing that beautiful black piano.The reason for which I mention this is not only because it really meant a lot for me to have a piano, but to show you the kind of person he is. Because I know his house, and he has plenty space to keep this piano. But he decided to give it to me. And he set up the proposal as if there were my parents and me the ones that were making him the favor of keeping the piano, when he was the one who helped us.

Now 5 and a half years after the day I met him I steel don’t know too much about him. But I know he is from El Salvador, that he has a 5 year old child from his second marriage, that he plays the accordion , he had directed a chorus, and has parents in China. I also know that he is around 60 years old. Not as my little brother used to think when he asked my parents our professor had knew Beethoven.

My piano professor is one of the best professors I know. Because he has not only helped me wining the first places in various piano contests, but he has also helped me finding my style. Every musician has one of his or her own, which makes him or her unique in comparison with the others. I like to play pieces in minor, mostly Beethoven`s sonatas, and I like more dramatic pieces than lovely and romantic ones. Other thing that identifies me is that I seat really separated from the piano, in the edge of the piano bench. This is funny because people always ask me if I don’t feel like falling down, because that makes them nervous. And last week someone asked my professor the same question when he was playing the accordion. So we just laughed and he continued teaching me the Pathetique Sonata; which I have to rehearse until I see him again in Saturday. Maybe this time I can learn more about piano and of one very significant person in my life.