The Man On The Piano

This story is about a man that played the piano and he is trying to pass his memories to his grandson by his music and things that he passed on to him. By playing the music he remembered happy and also some sad memories throughout his life. This is the story was from a video that we watched this week, we were supposed to write a story about it, and the video was our guide line. I hoped that you'll like it!

W.A.L.T

• I know I will be successful when …
• Re-call what is happening in the video.
• Use adjectives and experiment with language features.
• Use paragraphs correctly.
• Begin sentences with different/ interesting sentence starters.

Here is the video:

The Piano

Distressing, somber, drab those are the words that describe my music. I’m playing my old, classic piano and playing the music that I had always played when I was with my wife, when she was alive.The tone was as gentle and as fragile as a butterfly. Every single notes brought back many treasured memories that are as cherished as gold and diamond. I remembered those days like they were yesterday, when we were doing a duet on the piano. But even if she isn’t here when I play this music I’ll always feel her warm aura and love on my cheek and deep in my heart. Suddenly my depressing, sorrowful, crestfallen rhythm turned into a bit more exultant of a music.

I didn’t just remembered happy memories but I also remembered forlorn moments in my life, and one of them was about the great world war. My bestfriend and I joined it as we thought that it would be a fun adventure. Although when we were there we didn’t see men smiling laughing and having a fun time, but men dying one after the other.

I was assigned to be taking care of the men who got shot. Soldiers fell fast like they were a row of dominoes.

While the world was having the war I felt a strange tinge in the air. It was hatred and anger, mix up…. that feeling was malevolence. The malevolence filled all of their mind, and it also started to fill mine.

All of the soldiers started to shoot their guns not even trying to hide or trying to take cover. (Bang!) I looked to my side and saw John lying on the floor spreading more and more blood. I tried to save him, however it was too late, but before he died he was able to speak one more time and said “Jack my friend, it’s my time- don’t worry we will me aga-”. Before he could finish sentence, he passed away.

Lastly my final memory is the memory when I was a child when my dad gave me the a wooden hobby horse and I that exact horse is the present that I gave my grandson. As I finish my music I gave my grandson my book and my music filled with memories that are filled with love. When I hit the last note, I was suddenly transferred into a place where I saw John and my wife standing in front of me.