Sunday, November 26, 2006
Peeple laughed ven I sat down at ze piano: someone had taken ze stool avay.
Macht nichts, I zink to meinself, 's isch mir egal, I am a provessional klavierspieler, ja. I lose dignity, I increase my fee. Zimple.
"Und now," I announced in mein best Zunday aksent, "Ladis'n'chentlmn, I vould like to play for you....
I pause dramatic.
".... Beethoven's Varsaw Concerto!"
I vait for applause. No applause. Filisteins!
I pause dramatic again.
"Unfortunately," I zay, vickedly, in mein second-best Zunday aksent, "he did not write one."
Vot a choke! Like Till Eulenspiegel, such a lustige Streich!
Zo. Fick 'em. I play Chopsticks instead.
And I zuddenly realise zat I am alone. Macht nichts. Who vants to listen to Chopsticks anyvay?
I sure don't.
Grandpa, there's a green van outside waiting to take you away.
Thanks, Sophie, would you like me to play something for you before I go?
That's my girl!