We had Piano Night last Sunday at my studio. This is just for my adult students: I lure them to my studio with promises of yummy food and drink (including wine and cheese balls), we hang out and shmooze a little and share some music. I want them to know that they are part of a truly amazing group of people - other adults taking piano lessons! It's weird, but they all happen to be brilliant and charming - coincidence, causation, or correlation?
ANYWAY. This Piano Night the stories started flowing. I would like to share one of those stories here.
At some point in her adult life, my student made the momentous move to get a piano. She was very excited. She went shopping, found a piano, and arranged for movers to deliver it to her home. Her two young children knew this was a big deal because she told them all about it, how this piano was coming to their home and how wonderful it was and how great it would be to have a piano in their very own home. Everyone waited with great anticipation for the day of its arrival. Finally the day came, and it was hot. I mean, it was HOT. Two gigantic men showed up with the piano, and as they struggled to move the giant instrument into its new home the two children watched wide eyed. Sweat poured off the men, but they finally succeeded with their task. "Mommy!" exclaimed the youngest child, as the men paused nearby catching their breath, "I didn't know getting a piano would smell so bad!"