as i waited patiently to enter the stage i saw a familiar face. i saw him hovering around the place, turned out he was looking for the toilet. in intermission i mustered up the courage to talk to him.
it was him alright
my music teacher from secondary school
17 years i havent seen that man. his complexion rigid, half of his teeth were gone. that same classic lip mustache.
he remembered my name, he asked what did i end up becoming
i told him i got a degree in engineering and getting another and working hard.
but you can be more! thats not the xxxxx i know
he asked me about my dad. i told him he passed away
he said its a shame cause he was young
intermission ended and the third act started.
i got teary eyed and the mezzo soprano voiced lady didnt help at all
he still believes in me. and that i should aspire to more than this
play ended and we started to reminisce
he reminded me of how i used to play
and how he always respected my fathers wishes to focus on studies and not ‘play’
till this day i regret the day i turned down his suggestion to teach me to play the oud
thank you ustathi
i think i know now what to do
i will make you proud