The Piano Teacher Page #2

but just before.

A fraction before.

He knows he's losing his mind.

It torments him

but he clings on, one last time.

It's being aware

of what it means to lose oneself

before being completely abandoned.

I'd say you are a good teacher.

Thank you.

You talk about things

as if they were yours. It's rare.

And I think you know it.

Schubert and Schumann

are my favourites, that's all.

Since my father died

completely mad in Steinhof asylum,

I can talk easily about the twilight

of the mind, can't I?

If you'd really prefer not to eat,

perhaps you'd care

for a drink of something?

Go ahead.

I had to sing for my supper.

Dr. Blonsky with his instrument

fetish is such a bore.

Honestly,

Klemmer, or whatever he's called,

seems a bit of a leech?

Walter studies

at the Engineering School.

But his musicality

keeps up with technology,

as you will understand

when you listen to him play.

Over to you, Walter.

My uncle exaggerates shamelessly.

After the professor's performance,

I feel doubly amateur.

I had intended to play for you

Schnberg's Opus 33b,

so that my wrong notes

might go unnoticed.

Not very funny, I know.

But a discussion of

Schubert and Schumann's madness

left me deeply impressed.

I have decided to drop Schnberg

for my favourite piece by Schubert:

the Scherzo

from the Sonata in A Major.

"...Dreaming of what they don't

have, replenished of good and bad.

"And next morning, all flown away."

And here,

the mood switches to irony.

D... D... D...

"So what? So what?

"they've had their pleasure."

That's the obstinacy

of the complacent middle-class.

"And they hope

that what they left behind

"Might be waiting for them

on the pillows."

Excuse me, Professor.

Can I have a word?

Go ahead.

Anna says you may not let her play

in the jubilee concert.

I said a soloist

needs more than talent.

She doesn't practice enough?

Only she can tell.

She works 8 hours a day.

It's the end result that counts,

not the hours.

For her, only music counts.

Look at her.

Schubert isn't a walk in the park.

I didn't say you wouldn't play.

We'll see how you gel

with the singer.

Excuse me, I have a rehearsal.

Goodbye.

The Professor is right.

Without total commitment,

you won't get anywhere.

Wipe your nose.

What do you look like?

Your mother wants you to call her.

I've only just arrived.

I don't know.

At least 3 hours.

In that case, I'll take a taxi.

I'm not a baby.

I have to go now.

Can we play the trill the same?

I'll start on the upper note.

"Bark me away, you waking dogs,

"Don't let me rest

in the sleeping hours!

"I've reached the end of dreams.

"What will I do

amongst the sleepers?

"I've reached the end of dreams.

Rate this script:3.3 / 4 votes