AtsushiMizuhashi

It was 1851 in Paris, France. Every day was sunny and the clouds danced to the sound of the bustling city. In those times, anyone who wanted to share serenity with the world would play piano. Whether it was in their home or on a stage, its beautiful notes would fill the air, pleasing everyone listening to it. On August 17, 1854, a young boy no older than three sat on his mother's lap as she played the piano. "Pianu?" the child said, dropping his pacifier. His mother laughed. "Piano, Marcy.""Pi… Piona?" His mother laughed once more. She then took the young boy's hands and put them on the piano. "Press the keys like this." She told him a