The Wait pt.2


Vocabulary:

überglücklich: Overjoyed

Und: And

ersten beiden: first two


Dear Diary:

"Ever since I arrived here in Vienna, my life has changed quite a bit. I have gotten to play with one of the greatest music composers in this century. Get this, when ich arrived I got the chance to play with Roderich Amadeus Mozart! These ersten beiden days in Austria has been great."

-Ludwig


It had been two days since Ludwig had arrived in Vienna. The prince personally paid for him to stay at a hotel as long as he needed.

It was a regular old Tuesday morning to some of the people of Austria. But for Ludwig it was a great day. Today was going to be the day he finally met Mozart. He had put on his best suit and was off to meet the king of classical music. On his way, he couldn't help but look at the beautiful scenery that Austria had to give. Although Ludwig loved his hometown of Bonn, he felt as if he loved Vienna more than he loved Bonn.

"I'm sorry ich bin late." Ludwig said as he panted. He knew he was going to be late so he ran all the way to Mozart's manor.

"Ah yes it's perfectly fine. Just don't let it happen again." Roderich had said. "Follow me. I have the piano set and ready for you." He finished. He led Ludwig into his manor. The young German stood in awe as he took in the beauty of his home ; the walls had been furnished with hand painted murals and paintings. Each corner of the house was decorated with lovely plants.

"Well don't just stand there like a retard. Now play for us." Mozart had said.

Ludwig was confused when he said "us". Then it hit him. As he turned around, the living room had a large grand piano awaiting him, but next to it was a red carpeted couch seat with at least four or five of Roderich's companions. Each of them were wearing powdered wigs and garnished suits. As for the women, they were wearing powdered wigs and puffy gowns and dresses. Ludwig felt as if he was going to faint or vomit. He had the feeling that butterflies were in his stomach.

"Well go on, play." One of the small audience members had said. Ludwig knew that they were getting impatient so he sucked in his gut and sat down and played for them.

Once he stopped playing, the small audience he was playing for had cheered. All but Mozart himself. He had the expression that made it look as if he was unimpressed.

"Did you like it?" Ludwig had asked.

"Well I have to say." Roderich had begun. "It was excellent, not as good as my music, but still. Yet I believe you could make great music, under my wings." Ludwig couldn't believe what he was hearing. Had Mozart himself wanted to be Ludwig's mentor? Things were going great for Ludwig.

"Danke! Mr. Mozart!" Ludwig said.

"You're welcome. Be at my house next Tuesday noon sharp." Mozart had said.


Ludwig went back to the hotel full of joy and very chipper. He believed that nothing could have brought him down. He was wrong, once he got back the hotel manager gave him a note.

The note was full of grief. Ludwig was full of grief that day, once he got to his room he started to write in his journal.

Dear Diary:

"Today ich was überglücklich when ich learned that Mozart was going to teach me. Yet all my joy went away once ich got the note. It had said that mutti had died the day after I got to Vienna. It was because of the flu she had. I must tell Sir Mozart that ich won't be able to go to lessons next week, for I will be back in Bonn to take care of papa und Gilbert.

- Ludwig."