tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1818476943594955783.post2465685220488160274..comments2023-07-18T03:10:45.919-07:00Comments on It is what it is...: Mozart in the making...Rosemary Qhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04491289415279715164noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1818476943594955783.post-27880964724603745352008-05-03T17:28:00.000-07:002008-05-03T17:28:00.000-07:00An open letter from your big sister:The only stand...An open letter from your big sister:<BR/>The only standing ovation I received at the piano recital was the mass exodus after I played my piece "Mozart Minute". Poor Mr.Linheart was also the topic of an overzealous letter I once wrote to my friend living in South America on a Christian mission from our church.Hoping to spice up what I thought was a dreary existence without hotdogs or the Monkees I bared my heart to her and revealed my burning crush on that handsome devil of a piano teacher,the aforesaid Mr. Linheart. Going to a school run by nuns and being the oldest of 3 girls left me with little , if any,male contact so I was really scraping the bottom of the barrel.Anyway, I accidently left it on my desk which caught my mothers eye and all hell broke loose. Now I didn't really have a crush on him...I just needed some juicy gossip. What kind of parent would believe that I was expiring from love for him? She'd seen him....c'mon Mom doncha think you overreacted just a bit? Just to be sure there was no hanky panky going on she sat thru my next lesson.Just once. The thought of Mr.Linheart claiming my innocence was far outweighed by the blood pouring out of her ears after hearing me bang out scales for 1/2 an hour.One day I asked him why he wore cotton in his ears and he told me he had an ongoing ear infection and had to use drops...????Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com