(Pretends to compose) (Looks at the audience and throws away the stand) (Looks shocked, puts up back the

stand and sits back down) I am so proud of me! Why? If you want to know, I will tell you. Hello. My name is Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart. I will be talking about my life. My story started out like this.... It was January 27, 1756, when I was born. I didnt have a clue what I was doing here. Not until I played the piano for the first time in my life. The day before my fifth birthday, was when I found out that I was talented in the piano. My father said that he felt very blessed to have a genius in my family. So, my father taught me and I practiced continuously every day. Then I got a break. I went on a concert tour with my sister, Maria Anna Mozart or Nannerl. Of course they wanted me to have fun but, I felt guilty because I was homesick instead. This was when I was seven. When I was nine, I wrote my own symphonies and sonatas. Everyone was very amazed and even famous pianist and composers complimented me. I loved composing and playing the piano. I had my first opera, La Finta Semplice at the age of twelve. Many people came to see it and I struggled to hide my emotions. My sister asked me if I was proud and I stumbled. I still said no but no one believed me because the answer was on my face. In 1770, I was awarded Order of the Golden Spur by Clementi XIV. It was a signal of honor. I sometimes imagine myself biting my tongue to keep me from smiling. Again, in the same year, I was elected a member of Accademia Filarmonica of Bologna. Because I didnt reach a certain age to be able to become a member, I was very surprised. I called 1770, the lucky year. In the lucky year, Mitridate re di Ponto became a successful opera when I was fourteen. In 1778, my mother died. That was the end of my lucky year. That year, I made a mistake of not telling about my mothers death. Then on December 5th, 1791, I died. I will tell you one more thing. I dont know how I revived myself. So here I finished my story. Thank you.