Part 31 (1/2)
After dinner Mr. Lee played again. Of course I enjoyed that. When I praised his playing he said he heard I'm a real genius and asked me to sing for them. Mr. Krause, one of the best teachers of music in the city, is a friend of Royal and Virginia thinks he would be the very one to teach me. Mr. Lee wrote to Mr. Krause this summer and the music teacher promised to take me for a pupil if I have a voice worth the trouble. Virginia had prepared me for my meeting with him. Seems he's queer, odd, cranky and painfully frank. But he knows how to teach music so well that many would-be singers pray to be taken into his studio. Mr.
Lee said yesterday that Mr. Krause was expected home from his vacation in a few days and then he'd arrange an interview. I trembled when he said that. What if the great teacher did not like my voice!
To-night when Mr. Lee asked me to sing I selected a simple song. As I sat down before the baby grand piano the words of the old song ”Sweet and Low” came to me. I would sing that until I gained courage and confidence to sing a harder selection. I played from memory. As I sang I was back again at home, singing to my father at the close of the day.
As the last words died on my lips and I turned on the chair a man, a stranger to me, appeared in the room. He hurried unceremoniously to the piano and greeted me, ”You can sing!”
I stared at him. He was an odd-looking, active little man of about fifty with keen blue eyes that bored into one like a gimlet.
Mr. Lee came toward us. ”Mr. Krause,” he exclaimed, and presented to me the music master, the teacher for whom I had dreaded so to sing! I was filled with inarticulate gladness.
”Mr. Krause,” I cried, grasping his outstretched hand in my old impetuous way, ”do you mean it? Can I learn to sing?”
”I said so--yes. You can sing. You need to learn how to use your voice but the voice is there.”
”I'm so glad. I'll work----” I couldn't say any more. My joy was too great to be expressed in words. I looked mutely into the wrinkled face of the man.
”Royal said he had found a songbird,” he went on smiling, ”but I was afraid he didn't know the difference between that and an owl--I see he did. I'll be glad to have you for a pupil. Royal can bring you to my studio to-morrow at eleven.”
Mr. Krause stayed a while longer and the sitting-room was gay with laughter and bright conversation. I think I heard little of it, though, for the words, ”You can sing!” kept ringing in my ears and crowding out all other sounds.
I can sing! Mr. Krause has told me I can sing! And I will sing! Some day all the world may stop to hear!
CHAPTER XIX
DIARY--THE FIRST LESSON
_September 20._
I HAD my first music lesson to-day. Mr. Lee called for me at the boarding-house and took me down-town to the studio. After he left I expected Mr. Krause to begin at once on the do, ra, me, fa, sol, la, si, do. But he thought differently!
He sat facing me, looking at me till I felt like running. ”And so,” he said quietly, ”you want to learn to sing.”
”Yes,” was all I could say.
”Well, you have a voice. If you want to work like all great singers have had to work you can be a singer. You may not set the world afire with your fame but you'll be worth hearing. You are Pennsylvania Dutch?”
I nodded. What under the sun did Pennsylvania Dutch have to do with my becoming a singer? I was provoked. I didn't come to the city and pay a music teacher to ask me foolish questions.
”That is good,” he went on calmly. ”The Pennsylvania Dutch are not afraid of work and that is what you need. The road to success in music is like the road to success in any other thing, long and hard and up-hill most of the way. Now that Pennsylvania Dutch is a funny language. It is neither Dutch nor English nor German but is like hash, a little of this and a little of that. Do you speak it?”
I said I have spoken it all my life but wished I had never been taught it.
”Why?” he asked.
”Oh”--I couldn't quite veil my irritation--”it perverts our English.”
”Nothing uncommon,” he answered, smiling. ”Every part of this great country has some peculiarities of speech common to that particular section and laughed at in the other sections. Now we will go on with the lesson.”