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Billionaire Asked His Black Maid's Daughter To Play Piano 'For FUN' But She Was A Gifted Musician

Billionaire Asked His Black Maid's Daughter To Play Piano 'For FUN' But She Was A Gifted Musician

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"And what did they recommend?"Maria hesitated; this was the part that kept her awake at night, worrying about Sophia's future."They said Sophia should audition for the state university's music program. They said with her talent, she could probably get a full scholarship to study music. But... but the audition process is expensive. You have to travel to different cities, pay application fees, hire professional accompanists for the auditions. Even if she got a scholarship, we couldn't afford the costs of just applying."Mr. Wellington was quiet for a moment. He was thinking about his own children, who were grown now. They had gone to expensive private schools and fancy colleges. They had taken piano lessons, violin lessons, tennis lessons, sailing lessons—they had every opportunity money could buy. But neither of them had shown the kind of passion and dedication he was seeing from Sophia: his daughter had taken piano lessons for six years and quit because it was too hard; his son had been given every advantage in life and had barely graduated from college.And here was a girl who walked forty minutes each way every day just for the chance to practice music."Where does she practice at home?" Mr. Wellington asked."We have a small electric keyboard," Maria said. "It was a gift from the church when Sophia won her first competition. It's not the same as a real piano, but she can use headphones so she doesn't disturb the neighbors."An electric keyboard. Mr. Wellington's daughter had quit piano after six years of lessons on a brand new baby grand piano; Sophia had learned to play like a professional on an electric keyboard and an old church piano."Show me her hands again," Mr. Wellington said.Sophia held out her hands once more. Mr. Wellington looked at them more carefully this time: he could see the small calluses on her fingertips from years of practice, and he could see the strength in her small fingers. These were working hands—hands that had earned every bit of skill they possessed."Do you want to be a professional musician?" he asked Sophia."I... I don't know if that's possible, sir.""That's not what I asked. I asked if you want to be a professional musician."Sophia thought for a moment. She had dreamed about it many times: she had imagined herself playing in concert halls, wearing a beautiful dress, making music for hundreds of people. But those were just dreams; dreams were for people who could afford to chase them."Yes, sir," she said quietly. "More than anything.""Then we have a lot of work to do," Mr. Wellington said.
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