Death of a Master
As I play piano, I remember my teacher. The famous Eugene Masluk. He was my teacher for over 2 years but he recently passed away. He died after getting cancer for the second time. He was in his mid 70’s and he was a good man. He used to play piano concerts all over the world. I miss going to his piano classes. We would always have a group class first. If we played a piece perfectly then we would earn money. I never got any money except once because I didn’t try my best to play flawless. There was one kid who always played and 9 out of 10 chances, he would go home with a dollar or 2 in his pocket. Now that my teacher is gone, I wish I had tried harder to play more efficiently. My teacher always remarked at my talent and said I could become a great piano player as long as I use my brain while playing piano and tried hard. I never did. Then when the school year came to a close, my dad was working in China so we went back for the summer and that was the last I ever saw of him. 3 months passed and we came back only to lose contact with him. Then one day when I was a choir practice, my teacher, Bee Chow told me that my piano teacher was sick. Mrs. Chow lived on the same street as him so that’s how she knows. Weeks passed by and still no news. Then Mrs. Chow told me a couple weeks later that sadly, he had gone off to live the afterlife. It was sad to know that he was gone forever. I was sorry that I had been such a lazy student. I guess it is too late now because he has vanished from the Earth but I will always remember him. Remember Eugene Masluk.
This is a true story. My piano teacher did die a couple of months ago.
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