The Joy Luck Club Page #2

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how many flats?

- What key are we in?

- Z major.

- What? Good.

- Z major!

Now, for the recital...

more feeling...

more gusto!

I'm a girl and by me

that's only great

I am proud that

my silhouette is curvy

When I was young,

Auntie Lindo...

was my mother's

best friend and archenemy.

Their weapons of choice

were comparing their children.

Mom was sick of hearing

Auntie Lindo brag...

about her daughter Waverly, who

was Chinatown's chess champion.

That night Mom figured

I'd redeem her...

- with my international piano debut.

- I ask my daughter...

"Help me carry grocery."

She think this too much ask.

All day long she play chess.

I dust off all her trophy.

Appreciate me? No.

You lucky you don't have

the same problem.

My problem

worser than yours.

If I tell June

time to wash dish...

she hear nothing but music.

It's like you can't stop

this natural talent.

Being a girl

Until that night,

I didn't believe I was a prodigy.

Twerp.

In fact, I used to go out of my way

to prove my mother wrong...

that I wasn't cut out

to be the best anything...

I could only be me.

It was incredible. It was like my hands

were possessed by Mozart.

And everybody could see this,

could hear this.

I was a genius.

I had been discovered.

And then I heard it.

Maybe they didn't notice.

Bravo! Bravo!

Encore! Well done!

Here we come

Walkin' down the street

- After the talent show fiasco...

- Get the funniest looks from

- I figured I never had

to play the piano again.

- Everyone we meet

- 4:
00. Turn off TV.

- Hey, hey, we're the Monkees

- Practice piano time.

- People say we monkey around

- I couldn't believe what she

was saying. Like I was...

- But we're too busy singin'

- supposed to go through the

same torture again. Forget it.

- To put anybody down

- What I say? 4:
00.

- We're just tryin' to be friendly

-Come and watch us sing and play

-I'm not going to play any more.

- Why should I?

- We're the young generation

- What did you say?

- And we've got something to say

I'm not your slave.

This isn't China.

You can't make me.

- Get up!

- No! No, I won't.

No!

No! No, I won't.

You want me to be someone I'm not!

I'll never be the kind of daughter

that you want me to be!

There be two kinds of daughter:

obedient or follow own mind.

Only one kind of daughter

could live in this house:

- obedient kind.

- Then I wish I wasn't your daughter!

I wish you weren't my mom!

Too late to change this.

That's when I remembered

what we could never talk about.

Then I wish I were dead...

like them, the babies

that you killed in China!

My mother had once told me

this strange story...

what happened

to her in China.

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