I walked to Mrs. Windsor's house and waited outside. She was working with another student, and I was not supposed to 1 them by ringing the bell. I stood against the wall and 2 what I'd rather be doing. I had been tutored enough to read, understand, and even write some musical compositions, but I just didn't have a 3 for it. Mrs. Windsor had offered to give me the lessons 4 , so I felt it my duty to try.
The door opened and Wendy Barton came out. I walked in, sat down on the piano bench and began to 5 my sheet music. Today Mrs. Windsor 6 her niece Pasha to teach me.
With a smile, Pasha sat beside me on the piano bench, opened my sheet music to the beginning page and asked me to play. I 7 my fingers on the keys. Then I frowned and concentrated to make the notes on the page 8 the finger movements. I had to admit I was a rather 9 pianist.
After about a page or two, Pasha gently put her hand on top of mine as it to 10 my fingers. There was a long pause. "What are you hearing in the music?" I looked at her rather 11 and admitted I didn't know what she meant, "Like a 12 . Here, let me try and you listen, "Pasha advised.
She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, letting her fingers 13 lightly over the keys. Then, she began to play. "See, it begins here beside some kind of river. Hear the water flowing beside you?" Her fingers 14 and fell gently on the keys. "Now a princess appears and she's picking flowers from the water's 15 . " A happy piece of music filled the air in time to Pasha's dancing fingers.
