5 Treble Trouble

CHAPTER 5 TREBLE TROUBLE The first lesson is a complete disaster. I have two left hands and they're all thumbs. I finally find the middle C and hit it with my elbow.

Mrs. Fumble wears tons of perfume. She smells like a flower show. I will smell like a wedding for a week.

She's as big as a wrestler and always sits on the little piano bench with me. I can hardly see around her. And my side of the bench keeps lifting up in the air. She asks me why I want to play the piano. I say, "I don't. I'd rath- er be playing baseball." YOU'RE TERRIBLE. LOUSY GRRR

BEND YOUR UNTALENTED FINGERS AND PLAY.

My mom says that one day I will be the hit of the party when I sit down to play. I don't want to be the hit of the party. I just want to get through one minute onstage. OUCH! YOU STINK