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WEEK 9 - DAILY PAGE 5
My piano teacher was actually a vocalist by training, and taught piano on the side as a supplement to her income. She had one son, called Johann, who was every bit like a typical Asian kid: spoke that peculiar half-Mandarin-half-English dialect with his mom and perfect English with peers such as myself, had glasses, a bowl-cut hairstyle, played piano [although this was a given in this case], and loved video games. Sometimes, the piano teacher would have Johann play a piece for us, so he could practice performing and we could see where I was supposed to be headed in terms of skill. Even then, I didn't particularly care for the social aspect of it; I just wanted to hear the music that was being played. My first piano teacher herself never played for me, which I found out later to be an anomaly, probably because she was firstly a vocal teacher instead.
I never saw anyone that might have remotely been the piano teacher's husband, despite it always being night time when we were there. One night, when we should have been preparing to go for lessons, my mom told me that we wouldn't be going to piano lessons today: the piano teacher had to move suddenly, because her husband was abusive and she wanted to get away. We didn't see her for a long time. Eventually, there was a new address that she got to and gave us by phone, so we resumed piano lessons again. Somehow, these stopped again, but before the last paid lesson was taken.
Years later, we received a letter from Sun Xinxin; it was the refund for the very last lesson.
My piano teacher was actually a vocalist by training, and taught piano on the side as a supplement to her income. She had one son, called Johann, who was every bit like a typical Asian kid: spoke that peculiar half-Mandarin-half-English dialect with his mom and perfect English with peers such as myself, had glasses, a bowl-cut hairstyle, played piano [although this was a given in this case], and loved video games. Sometimes, the piano teacher would have Johann play a piece for us, so he could practice performing and we could see where I was supposed to be headed in terms of skill. Even then, I didn't particularly care for the social aspect of it; I just wanted to hear the music that was being played. My first piano teacher herself never played for me, which I found out later to be an anomaly, probably because she was firstly a vocal teacher instead.
I never saw anyone that might have remotely been the piano teacher's husband, despite it always being night time when we were there. One night, when we should have been preparing to go for lessons, my mom told me that we wouldn't be going to piano lessons today: the piano teacher had to move suddenly, because her husband was abusive and she wanted to get away. We didn't see her for a long time. Eventually, there was a new address that she got to and gave us by phone, so we resumed piano lessons again. Somehow, these stopped again, but before the last paid lesson was taken.
Years later, we received a letter from Sun Xinxin; it was the refund for the very last lesson.