Photoplay (Jan-Jun 1959)

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friends and relatives, looked wistfully at the school. “It hasn’t changed a bit,” he said. “No different than it was many years ago when I first met Paul. Seeing it again brings everything back ... as if it were only yesterday. “I was a Senior, and one day I was fooling around on the piano in our French class. The teacher hadn’t arrived yet, and I guess I was kind of showing off. Well, I was playing something slow and corny, when suddenly this guy was sitting next to me on the bench — I’d seen him in the halls, but I didn’t know who he was — he started playing boogie-woogie bass to my sweet melody. Soon I slid off the bench and he was on his own. “All the other kids stopped talking and cutting up and started to listen. Some of them began clapping their hands in time to the music, and one couple even danced in the back of the room. Suddenly the teacher came in. We all froze as if we’d been shot, then we melted into our seats. “But the guy at the piano was out of this world. His eyes were closed, his head was swaying, and he didn’t know anybody else existed. And the teacher just stood there, watching him, listening. Finally, she coughed. He kept playing. She coughed again, real loud. He opened his eyes and practically fell off the bench. He started to say something, but she cut in. ‘Don’t apologize,’ she said, ( Continued on page 101) 51