The Music Lesson

 

It was 1917, in France and it seemed like things were going well. But then Papa lost his job. We had been doing well before, my family and I. We had

Mama, my brother Felipe, my Papa, and our dog Scruffy. As if Papa's job loss wasn't enough, I had to try out for a part in a local musical, and I didn't even know how to play the piano.  I knew my Mama would be disappointed if she knew, so I asked Papa, and he said my aunt knew how to play. My aunt had a grand home. Many beautiful paintings hung from the walls, encased in their golden frames. Also, the grand piano, a "pleyer" brand, one of the best. My aunt was a calm women, but she could not handle Felipe, as he was asked to sit outside with until he calmed down. As the minutes went by my papa got into a deeper slumped down position, and began to relax with a cigarette and a book. I slowly learned the keys and how to read music, and at the end of the day my aunt said, "You’ve made a lot of progress, but you need more practice for this musical. You're welcome to stop by and practice whenever you like."

 

The Music Lesson Review

 

In “The Music Lesson,” the painting, I came across a picture with no story. I think of myself as a less creative person. I prefer to write an essay or a paper instead of a creative group project. That is why I chose to be the editorialist in the Night Circus groups. But in this project, I had my own story to make. This was a challenge to me, but as I set the scene and created a basic ideas of character, the rest was natural. I continued with my story with various ideas of twists and turns I could add to the story. But, this was just a short story, and I knew one picture can only say so much. It made me think if I had the potential to do writing. I think that maybe with the write settings, I could write a story.