Hi my name is Noah, I'm a nine year old piano genius. Ever since I was about three I found out that I could play the piano better than a lot of adults could play, but it took lots of work and practice. Every afternoon, after school of course, I sit down at the paino and play the night away, filling the house with beautiful music pieces from all sorts of different artists.
" Noah, come down for breakfast. " My mother called making me stop short in a piece of music from one of my favorite artists, Betoveen.
" Time for school. " Mom said.
I groaned as I picked up my back pack and threw it on my shoulder, then walking down stairs where a heavenly scent was. As I sat down at the table I looked at my plate it was eggs,bacon and pancakes. It was the best breakfast I've had for a very long time.
I loved it. "Thanks mom it was great."
As I walked out the door for school I saw my best friend John down the street and I ran up to him. He was really good at piano and we always sat next to each other during music class. The next day John came to my house to play piano ". We played lots of our favorite music pieces together. John's mom arrived."Bye John" I said.
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The music writer
Short Story" How about a half note right here, " He chewed on his lip in concentration. " And then a whole note right there? " He looked at me for confirmation. " Your doing good buddy. " I encouraged the smart little nine year old. " Miss. Nelson do you eve...
