A Fine Summer Day with Young Mozart

I woke up in my room with the sun shining down on the old window panes, the soft breeze blowing through the curtains, and the loud chirping of the birds. "Everything is so old-fashioned here. What happened?", I thought. After taking a long and relaxing bath, I started to look inside my closet and there stood a lot of fancy, old-fashioned, and puffy gowns--all my size.. "Ew. Look at these...", I thought to myself. Luckily, I found a nice not-so-long pink flowery dress that has arm-length sleeves with white ruffles. I looked at myself at the dusty mirror and smiled at the reflection. I ran my way down on the stairs and sat on a chair besides the mini grand piano while looking at the calendar. My cat Molly, greeted me with a soft "Meow, meow." Now I remembered. Today is my birthday. How could I forget? I looked over to the kitchen and saw a small chocolate cake with sprinkles. It has a note beside it saying, "Happy Birthday, dear! I made this for you. Sorry I cannot join you in eating it. My boss just called me today for extra work at the bakery. Feel free to do whatever you want the whole day, just make sure you get home before 7 o'clock. See you later! Love, Auntie xx."

I decided to get outside and breathe some cool and fresh air. While slipping on my shoes, I grabbed my purse and picked up my bicycle with a little basket on the front and started going to the downtown area of London. Making my way there, I began sightseeing. Seeing the trees that are growing leaves surrounding the lake with the ducks swimming simply made my day. After a few more minutes, I reached downtown. I then began roaming around the town carelessly looking for something to treat myself with until I got knocked over by somebody. Music sheets scattered everywhere. He looks like a kid and was a little shorter than I, with grayish-brown hair. I picked up the music sheets and gave it to him. He helped me stand up and introduced himself. "Good day, m'lady. My name is Wolfferl, short for Wolfgang. And you are..?" "Hmm... Wolfgang? Sounds like Mozart's first name", I thought. "I'm Beatrice. Nice to meet you." "Do you know how to play the piano?" he asked. "Well, sort of." "Come on, I will teach you." He began playing the piano that was on the center of the plaza. The music soothed my ears and it was so nice. After that, he taught me how to play chords and all that stuff. I paused playing to ask him what time it is. 6 o'clock. "You're like Mozart. I bet your parents are proud of you. Good thing I understood how to play this or else our piano at home will be useless." I told him before I left. He looked confused and started laughing. "I AM Mozart. Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart." I stood there shocked and speechless while Wolfferl was recovering from his laughing. "Anyway, I have to go. My auntie is waiting for me. Thank you so much for the piano lessons. I won't forget these." He waved goodbye as I headed home.