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Thus, having parents who would have no trouble in aiding progression in his musical life
and, of course, a passion for Chopin and Rachmaninoff, Paul was registered to compete in
the International Chopin & Rachmaninoff Competition one day. This was the dayabout a
year agothat shaped Pauls life irrevocably in that truly unimaginable way, and by the end
of the day, Paul, a usually stoic person, cried.
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Samuel Watkinson
The day started with a message on the phone early in the morning from Pauls affluent
grandmother, saying that she had purchased a Steinway D-274 grand piano, a $250,000
beast of a thing, for Paul. According to her, it was a gift for the competitionwhat he would
practice on in the lead-up to the competition. But before Paul could even formulate a
thought to fathom the enormity of the gift, he answered a subsequent phone call, literally
seconds after he put down the phone having listened to the message, informing him that his
grandmother had died in her sleep. This made Paul livid with himself. He had not anticipated
this to happen. He was quite willing to admit that the timing was unfortunate, but he was still
livid at the curse of death. It had taken its toll yet again on another blameless human being.
There were far more important things to do, though, than to jeopardise his faith and
instinctively point the finger to a supernatural God as deaths source. Paul tried to cast his
mind back to the competition. He thought about a practice session he had at the venue of
the competition in Warsaw that was coming up in a few short hours, only to be inundated by
a wave of guilt, suddenly realising that the D-274 would be his practicing instrument. His
parents only knew so much (all musical knowledge aside). They knew about the piano
purchase, which Paul explained as enhancing his practice methods, but he had quoted them
a price much lower than what his grandmother had actually paid. Little did he realise at the
time that this seemingly harmless white lie would have any harmful repercussions.
The accident occurred, most mortifyingly, not during the practice session, but the actual
performance a few hours later. The air was still and silent in the concert hall in Warsaw. Paul
slowly sat down upon the adjustable brown piano stool. He smiled, confident, as his eyes
gazed upon his Steinway, a magnificent grand lacquered with a shiny black finish and
propped upon three large brass caster wheels. The pianos lid wasnt up so Paul lifted it with
one of his hands, while resting the fingers of his other hand on the edge of the internal
soundboard. As it turned out the piano was a second-hand, more heavily used than it
appeared to be. That, as well as the introspective self-consciousness that he had misled his
parents, caused the prop to slip from its placement and the heavy top board to slam down
on Pauls hand.
It was a devastating blowfour broken fingers, a dislocated knuckle and the privilege of a
nonchalant audience who expressed barely any sympathy other than a few ephemeral
gasps. He had immediately dropped into the nearest hospital. The musically literate in the
house groaned, disappointed that they couldnt critique whether he captured the poetic and
nuanced approach of the Chopin tudes and the anguish Rachmaninoff experienced while
composing his Preludes.
He later went back to his house despondent. He looked at his throbbingly painful hand that
was dead to the keyboard. The keyboard that was the life of his career. The keyboard given
to him by his late grandmother. There was no way of knowing whether his nimble fingers
would ever know their previous agility. His spirit had been soaring high in the excitement
building up to his debut performance in front of a live audience; now something had clipped
its wings.
Arriving home, hence, in his room, Paul utterly wept. His room continued to be a place where
most cogitations about his life were made, but there was a different aura to it with the
knowledge he would be without playing his beloved Steinway. He would eventually get back
to playinghe knew that; he swore that he wouldbut meanwhile he had nothing to do but
listen to his own recordings of his pieces. He thought Chopins Piano Sonata No.2with its
dissonant and gloomy tonality of B-flat minorwould be appropriate for the mood in light of
recent mishaps. Sinister orchestral music emitted out of the Sony portable CD player
Samuel Watkinson
positioned on Pauls bedside table. The track segued to the third movement of the sonata,
the Funeral March.