Monday morning, at 11.30 (I should luxury to Monday). The old Charlie is right, guitar arm and books in hand, waiting for the lesson in English phonetics. All companions come into the classroom. The old Charlie has been there for at least half an hour to play the guitar, singing softly. Two minutes after entering the teacher: -Goooooooood Moooorning!
Today's lesson is to tell "their own words" a story of any kind. Some friends had "built" a magic hat (just to stay in the fun): whoever put him to tell his story, he charmed with his words all those present.
Yeah sure! Logical! Is flawless, BUT ... yes gentlemen, there is a magic hat ... but it only works if the head is resting on which is not that of the old Charlie. The poor in fact, when its turn comes, barely stand up. He sits in front of teammates and wears his hat, which promptly falls before the eyes (and largely trooooppo ... classic!). After a blizzard to hold the aforementioned hat, old Charlie is about to begin. But it stutters so much that their classmates and the teacher understand a word every 3. It was more or less like this:
-Tttto ... GGGGG-day I'm going to tell t. .. ttt-s-h story of PP-eter a. .. nd the wo-ooo-olf ...
Etcetera, etcetera ...
Within five minutes, all snoring under the teacher, which looks at the old Charlie with a smile. At first I thought the old Charlie:-Good grief! I'll give you pain! -.
But after a moment, we realize that Charlie is not a smile of compassion, but ... encouragement. Then Charlie smiles and continues to turn.
Between 18,374 grammar, 26,891 repeated words, our storyteller ends the story of Peter and the Wolf. Eventually something incredible happens: The Companions applauded!
Bottom line: better to play on stage with the spotlight in his face and a public that is not shown!
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