Scales, scales!  Avram Dehpour tried to be patient with the

tedium of “fingering.”  Except there was no end to scales.

You learned the major keys, then came the minor keys.

Didn’t your fingers know what to do, if you didn’t

interfere?  And why was timing so important?  The formula was

so prescribed Avram could hear every note before his finger

depressed it.  Even worse were the study pieces which provoked

his fingers to swerve out of control in derision and

mockery.  He would play pieces by Beethoven and Schumann one

day.  He would be a real pianist on a stage.

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Paraphrases from the novel The Gravediggers’ Daughter by Joyce Carol Oates.

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