Mom would like it, but I doubted Dad would appreciate me using my vacation to concentrate on music rather than playing with friends, participating in sports, and developing what he called 'a man's body'. I said nothing.
Subsequently, Helga pointed at books about musical notes and gave me a thin one, asking me to read it at home before our next lesson. After leaving, I opened it and began memorizing the different notes, both natural and sharps & flats. It was so different from the subjects I was used to reading, yet fun, knowing I was about to start playing the piano soon.
The next time I visited, Helga sat by me and moved her fingers slowly along the different keys, so I could listen to the changes in tune. She gazed at me and asked me to do the same. I did.
She laughed, "You see, it's
