He scratched his ears and said, “It sounds nice, Grandma, but it isn’t really a song. How do you know what keys to play? Why are there white keys and black ones? Why do keys on this side of the piano sound low, like Daddy’s voice, while on the other side, they sound high like Baby Kisses? And how do you read music when it doesn’t have any words? I want to play the piano, Grandma, but I don’t know where to begin. How will I ever learn to play?” “Little Bear, you aren’t supposed to know everything yet. You’ll need a piano teacher like I had when I was a young bear,” said Grandma Melody. “We’ve been hoping you’d want to take piano lessons, Albeart,” said his mother. “Tomorrow, Papa Bear and I will take you to meet Mrs. Treble Beary. She teaches piano to lots of young bears at her studio in Musical Acres. “Oh boy! After tomorrow I’ll know how to play the piano!” said Little Bear. “I can join a band and be on TV!” Mamma and Papa Littlebud just smiled, knowing it would take time, and many lessons, for Little Bear’s music learning to grow. |