In the Dressing-room
SIR ANTHONY EVANS PLAYS LISZT. The words
above the door of the theatre were a metre high. On
the wall there was a big picture of Sir Anthony at the
piano. Hundreds of people were waiting outside the
ticket office. It was Sir Anthony's eightieth birthday
concert and everybody wanted a ticket. I had a special
ticket, because I was a newspaper reporter. I wanted to
talk to the famous pianist before his concert. I showed
my ticket to the doorman and went into the theatre.
Then I walked upstairs to the dressing-rooms.
On my way upstairs I thought about the famous
pianist. I was a little afraid. My mouth was dry and
my hands were shaking.
I arrived outside the dressing-room.
There was a big gold star on the door.
I knocked, and a tall man opened it. He was very
old, but his eyes were blue and bright. He was wearing
black trousers and a beautiful white shirt. He had a lot
of straight, silvery hair. He looked just like his picture
on the wall of the theatre.
'My name's Sally Hill,' I began. 'I. . .'
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