The first concertWhen Alex was seven years old, his mother brought him to the musical school. He has chosen a violin. The first weeks his father was hiding in a distant room and closing his ears by hands - greatly shrill sounds were coming out under the violin's bow. Mother was patiently correcting Alex's hands and advising him to relax. To the end of first class Alex has gradually adapted and played appreciably more pleasantly. And one day Alex's music teacher has decided to make the original item for the final concert of elementary grades. Alex should execute accompaniment between couplets, and Mary, a girl of five years, should sing. They rehearsed the whole week , repeating their song. It was necessary to execute it cheerfully and fervently. Mary conducted for Alex with enthusiasm, and he beat time by his foot. Teachers, having seen this couple, were touched: "What dears they are! ". Alex was small and looked on five years. At last the concert day became. Mother dressed Alex in a nice tie, black trousers and a chic vest. He looked like gentleman. Mary was in a smart green party dress. They went up the stage proudly having lifted their heads up. Mary took a microphone in her hand and smiled: - All is ready, you may begin! She began singing cheerfully and has felt that she got the set rhythm off. For correct the situation, Mary started to pronounce diligently all words and therefore has moved down on a third downwards. Then she has tried to restore a melody, but worlds began stretching and have become absolutely incomprehensible. At last the first couplet was over, and she has triumphantly looked at Alex. He was playing his part on two strings with skill. The same fate befell the second verse. Mary was walking around of a tune, sometimes crossing with it and looked from time to time at the accompanist, who selflessly rapped on piano keys. Alex has diligently played the next five steps of refrain. The absolutely unpleasant thing happened to the third couplet - it was forgotten! - A small grasshopper...- began Mary. And suddenly all worlds have disappeared somewhere! She looked anxiously at her mother who was in the center of auditorium. But mother only waved her hands. The accompanist went on, Mary recalled strenuously the worlds and therefore her eyes became more round. At last she realized that the verse finally got to somewhere, and looked helplessly at Alex. He was holding a violin on his shoulder and was smiling perplexedly. The accompanist was doing her part, having plunged in a melody and precisely maintaining a rhythm. Here Mary has decided to save her reputation and said to a microphone once more: - A small grasshopper... It didn't return the other worlds and she finally understood it was failure. Her eyes filled with tears. And Alex waited for his introduction, played properly all part , bowed with dignity and withdrew from the stage. Mary followed him running, waving hands in despair. The audience laughed and applauded. Nobody understood the melody of this song. |