Mr Blickenstaff

My hands flew across the piano keys as piano teachers and students watch intensely, trying to find any errors that I make. As I play I hear the music becoming blurry like a watercolor painting, mixing together and becoming one monstrous mess. I notice this and try to correct it by lifting my foot off the piano pedal, but the pedals do not work like the ones I normally use. I lose it as I am playing and silently say, “Jesus help me!” I continue to play and eventually correct the problem, but by that point, I had screwed up too much. After finishing, I pray to God as Mr. Blickenstaff slowly comes down the steps to correct my playing.
Blair, Vanderbilt school of music, hosted a masterclass on the seventeenth of September. Blair gave me the honor to play for Marvin Blickenstaff, a professional pianist, and piano teachers in middle
I arose from my bed, and I went to the piano to polish up any rough edges on my piece. I could play almost perfectly, making the song sound like a beautiful piece of art. My plan was to arrive at the masterclass by twelve thirty to practice while the teachers and Mr. Blickenstaff were on their lunch break. However, I did not make it there until one o’clock because of traffic. I rushed into the room, frightened to death because I could not warm up on the piano at all. My hands were turning cold as I heard the students before me play. All of them were playing college level pieces that I could only dream of playing, but with such skill and precision that chills went down my spine. After each of them played, Mr. Blickenstaff would give them a short lesson to correct the smallest of errors that only an adept player could hear. He was exceptionally talented at teaching each one of them. Moreover, he enabled each student to quickly resolve their errors, but taught in a very kind manner. As my turn approached, I felt calmer and calmer as I was slowly feeling the warmth and kindness from his