It’s been a couple of years since I last visited the Whirl, so I thought I’d pop back to find out what’s going on!
Maestro Mike invited me to his place the other night. He said to bring my friend Rosey. He’s more into Mozart than Meatloaf. At uni, he got a first in what Rosey calls ‘musicing’!
Mike’s treasured possession is a magnificent Steinway piano. After a drop of fine wine and some very fancy nibbles we suggested he play something, or as Rosey put it, ‘let’s watch ya bash out a tune on the ‘ole Joanna’!
Mike entertained us with a rousing rendition of someone or other’s piano concerto. Apparently, it was in A minor, but Rosey whispered it sounded B flat!
Once over, Mike rose from the stool and bowed. Rosey shot across the room; she couldn’t wait to take his place! Mike begged her to be gentle with his beloved instrument. She only knows one tune, Chopsticks. She’s as bad at playing it as he is eating with them. Only the other night she accidentally poked one up her nose in at the Poo Ping Chinese eatery.
Thankfully, Rosey’s concert was interrupted when Mike’s phone rang. Saved by the cell! Apparently, it was good news about a deal he was negotiating so he suggested we open a bottle of bubbly.
Having lost count of the glasses we’d emptied, driving was a no-no so Mike said one of us could have the spare room for the night, and the other could sleep on the sofa. I tossed a coin, said ‘heads I win tails you lose’ and duly got the bedroom!
About 4.30 in the morning I heard Rosey scream. In the semi-darkness I stumbled downstairs to find her in a bit of a state, bedsheets held before her face. Apparently, she woke up, and in the gloom saw a shiny black monster, its gaping mouth baring an alarming set of gappy teeth.
When I switched on the light she peeped out and realised it was Mike’s piano!
This week’s words at The Sunday Whirl are found, cell, sheets, watch, held, news, wait, bring, shot, state, count, and deal.