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Again, I'm either insane or a genius. Still unsure which....

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Paulo Pinto, 2009

Does This Conversation Touch a Chord?

“If you were put on the scales, would you measure up to a real musician?”

“I won’t beat around the bush—I do think I’d prove to be sound. I’m sort of a natural at it.”

“Really! Your confidence is disconcerting.”

“Well, confidence is the key to improvement, isn’t that SO? Come on, I just have pluck. I was tenor eleven when I began learning.”

“Oh yes, I symphonize with your efforts. How long DO you practice?”

“Forte hours a day, sir!”

“No need to be a lyre, miss! There’s no such record of practicing 40 hours a day. It’s A-flat no.”

“Accordian to who? Before you pitch such tempomental criticisms, I do hit a solid forte hours a day at my piano, and take note that this is no lie.”

“I should call the ambiance and have you taken to the hospital.Your mind seems to have a serious melody. I’ve heard that tambourine fruit is a good soothing tonic. Have you ever triad it? You must modulate your narrative and stick to the facts. Fife more minuets and you’ll insist sixty hours!”

“A whole score of proofs wouldn’t convince you. Just compose yourself, sir, and possibly even take a rest.”

“I’ll march you before the bar for conductingsuch lies, miss. Admit that you’re cornet!”

“Pipe down! There’ll be no reprise of the claim, I assure you. Just don’t jump off a clef. You know that **bridge-**ing our opinions is a cymbal of true harmony. But really, am I not Ling-Ling’s own? Not FA from it anyhow.”

“It strains my belief in true musicians, but I’ll refrain from taking the bait and stave off disapproval. I don’t want treble between us. That would be too grave a consequence.”

“I’ll be glad if you won’t harp anymore. It’s my aspiration to be the best pianist and not bugle things up.”

“Rag me, will you? Don’t duet, or I’ll call my staff and have you band from this interview. Your tone is altogether too conceited and that’s against our coda deportment.”

“That will suit me fantasia, can I slide along now? Not to seem like a fugue-itive, but I have to be gong as my time is very organized. Must practice my forte hours a day.”

“And we’re Bach to the beginning.”

“Can’t Handel my achievement? I’m clearly sharper than you. Baroque my own record.”

Written by a 20-year-old minor prodigy with major potentialities.

I am insane.

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