My Dream by Bobby, age 9

What if you were in an enormous stadium
With millions and millions of people?
There is total silence all around you,
The keys are communicating with you,
You need to start making a sound,
Your legs are shaking like jelly;
Your fingers are starting to move,
The piano is making a noise,
The keys are making sense,
The crowd is roaring louder,
Now I’m crowded with feelings of joy.
My dream is to be a concert pianist.

What is yours?


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