Week 2 Writing Homework
- September 8, 2024
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WRITING HOMEWORK : A Flashlight of light on the school stage, revealing a man in 18th-century clothing. He turned to the stunned crows and asked. “Pardon me, but what year is this?” (400 words)
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The Day Mozart Became a Soccer Coach
In the quaint town of Salzburg, where the air is often filled with the strains of symphonies and operas, something rather unusual occurred one sunny morning. Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart, renowned for his celestial compositions, had decided to take on a new role: soccer coach.
The town was abuzz with curiosity. How would the man whose music was known for its complexity and grace approach the world of soccer, a game of strategy, speed, and physical prowess?
Mozart arrived at the local pitch, not in a sports uniform but in a stylish, somewhat extravagant coat, adorned with intricate designs. He carried a whistle, but instead of a typical soccer playbook, he had a notebook filled with musical notations.
As the players gathered, they couldn’t help but be puzzled. Mozart started the session with an elaborate warm-up routine that resembled a dance more than a conventional stretch. He encouraged the players to move in rhythmic patterns, aligning their steps to a beat that seemed to echo from the divine.
“Football, much like music,” Mozart explained with a flourish, “is about harmony and timing. Each player must know their role, just as each note must fit perfectly into a melody.”
The team was skeptical but intrigued. Mozart divided them into positions with a meticulous attention to detail. His tactics were poetic, focusing on fluid movement and seamless transitions, much like the dynamics of a symphony.
Instead of traditional drills, the players practiced ‘composing’ plays. They would arrange passes and movements as if writing a musical score, each pass a note, each maneuver a phrase in a grand composition.
When it came to strategy, Mozart encouraged the players to think of their formations as a grand overture, with the opening play setting the stage for a crescendo of action. Defense was likened to a counterpoint, where every move was a response to the opposing team’s ‘melody.’
Despite the unorthodox methods, the team began to notice a change. Their play became more synchronized, their movements more fluid. The harmony between them on the field grew, and they started to win games, not just through skill, but through an almost artistic coherence.
The local press was baffled but fascinated. “Mozart’s Symphony of Soccer” became a popular topic, and the town embraced their musical coach with renewed enthusiasm.
Mozart himself was thrilled. To him, soccer was not just a game but a new form of expression, an arena where creativity and discipline danced together like a perfectly orchestrated concerto. His final message to the team, delivered in his signature style, was: “Play with your heart as you would play with your soul; let the rhythm of the game guide you.”
And so, in the annals of Salzburg’s history, there was a chapter dedicated not just to Mozart’s musical genius, but also to his remarkable, albeit brief, foray into the world of soccer—a testament to the idea that creativity and harmony can transcend any boundary, whether it be music or sport.
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Jayden Li
The Day Mozart Became A Soccer Coach
In a modern era of an elementary school in Australia one morning, as the principal was droning on about the school rules and events, a bright light suddenly lit up the school stage, revealing the famous musician, Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart, dressing in 18th-century garment. He turned to the stunned crowd and asked, “Pardon me, but what year is this?” He stood frozen on the stage, his powdered wig was slightly askew, his wandering eyes darted across the school hall in bewilderment. The students gasped, blinking their eyes in disbelief.
“Well, Mr… Mozart,” the principal uttered hesitantly, slightly stammering. “Our school soccer team would like to adopt a coach… how about you give it a try? The principal encouraged him to take up his new role as a soccer coach. Mozart was left dazed, nodding in agreement. In fact, he had no idea what ‘soccer’ was, but he was eager to find a place in this bizarre new world. Little did he know that his decision would result in a bizarre twist of fate to the school’s underdog soccer team.
Mozart started the soccer training session drawing a diagram that looked more like a musical score than a soccer plan. The children huddled around, eyes widened in confusion and curiosity. “This is our secret formula,” Mozart revealed his winning strategy to his young soccer team, “our symphony of victory – Sonata in D Major! Each of you is a musical instrument in this orchestra, and together, we shall produce… A MASTERPIECE!” proclaimed Mozart, utterly beside himself.
When the soccer game was about to commence, Mozart instructed his team, “Feel the rhythm of the game… “allegro” is the time we attack, “andante” we defend, and “crescendo” we increase our tempo to score the goal!” Mozart further elaborated, his voice thick with emotion, “Remember, soccer is just like an orchestra. It’s not just about individual instruments, but how they play together to form a harmonious symphony.” The team huddled close, hanging on his every word. “You’ve learned to play in harmony, to create something beautiful together. Now go out to the field and perform your masterpiece!” Mozart motivated his team.
As the referee’s whistle blew, Mozart closed his eyes, imagining the soccer field as a giant piano keyboard, each player a note in his grand composition. He began to conduct, his arms moving in synchronisation with the players’ runs. As Mozart hummed the symphony of Sonata in D Major, the team danced across the soccer field with grace and elegance, leaving their opponents bewildered. To everyone’s surprise, the ball seemed to flow between the players like a musical phrase. The crowd watched in awe as the game unfolded like an orchestra symphony, each pass and shot perfectly timed to an unheard beat. Each manoeuvre was skilfully planned in sync with the melody of the symphony. It was as if the entire team was dancing to a silent melody only they could hear.
“What kind of training produces results like this?” The rival coach muttered to himself, scratching his head in disbelief.
Just as the team scored the winning goal, a familiar bright light enveloped Mozart. He smiled and waved before disappeared in a flash, leaving behind a legacy that blended the beauty of music with the joy of soccer. The children stared at the empty space where their coach had stood, then at each other. They realised that they had been part of something truly magical, a once-in-a-life time chance encounter with the renowned musician which they would remember forever.
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Benjamin Lee (2)
Maestro Mozart: An Unlikely Soccer Coach
Mr Blake, in his regular ashen suit, sensible jet-black tie, and mild combover, was droning on and on and on about school rules, respect, listening, the playground, blah blah blah blah blah… until the stage flickered, before a flash of blinding white light brightened up the room. The bricks looked darker than shadows in this dazzlingly intense colourless glow. The radiant luminescence gradually died down, but the dark silhouette of a person wearing quite a lot of lace was clearly visible. When the fluorescence disappeared… MOZART was on the stage! He looked more than a little dazed; his suit was still ruffled, his powdered wig shedding dust, and his delicate chiffony shaking from the impact.
“Do pardon me, but where am I?” He asked, clearly concerned. One girl was busy on her phone, and she was still busy laughing away. Mozart leaned over to her, spotting the illuminated rectangle in her hand.
“What sorcery is this?” His face flustered as he squinted at the object. The girl giggled and put the phone closer to his face.
“It’s called a phone. We use it to communicate with far away people, also to search for funny memes!” He tilted his head slightly.
“Well, Mr… Mozart, would… you like to lead our underdog soccer team?” Mr Blake questioned. Mozart found himself nodding, even though he didn’t even know what ‘underdog,’ ‘soccer’ or why he was being addressed as ‘Mister.’
Over days, he learnt the basics of soccer, and saw the underfunded, multicultural but very discouraged team. They were quite upset, as the excitement about a new coach had turned into disappointment. As Mozart saw how soccer was meant to be played, he remembered the difficulties of the Jupiter Symphony. And so he told his team: ‘The field shall be the grand staff, you shall become the notes, as in you may not spread too far, but rather within range.’ Mozart began waving his arms in majestic movements, and gently humming the beautiful song. The melody shifted, so did the positions, as front dropped back, following his limbs, and goalie became tense, the defence ready to tackle. The dramatic segment had begun, as the attackers pushed forward, a single back wing lingering, and the goalkeeper straightened… parents spectating the new coach were sceptical, but surprisingly, they had not expected this.
“Is… he conducting… a football game?” One mother whispered to another.
“I don’t know, but it seems to have quite a positive effect!” The other replied gently.
In the first game, the team was agile, quick, nimble. Before it started, Mozart had some advice: ‘You’re each a different instrument. Alone, you are disciplined, but as a team, you shall play the song of triumph.’ The ball flowed gracefully between the feet of the players. Mozart was humming a motivated tune; the opponents were stunned as the football seemed to teleport towards the goal. Each pass and shot were timed flawlessly, and the rival trainer was bemused and kept shaking his head in confusion.
“What kind of training produces results like this?” He continuously said to himself.
Days later, the team was alternating to explain modern technology to Mozart.
“These are emojis,” One explained. “They can be used to see which tone you are talking in!” Mozart’s quill scraped across the page.
“Interesting! Perhaps we could use them in our communication!” Mozart concluded. This was the quarter finals. The rival instructor furrowed his brow while squinting at Mozart.
“There’s something familiar with that man, I swear it,” He muttered to himself, while peering at a picture of Mozart in the history book.
“No, it couldn’t be. Besides, how could he have?” He focused back on the game. Little did he know how close to the truth he was. Meanwhile, Mozart was busy studying a ripped hole in one of his old tunes. It was pulsing with energy, and it had his home in it. He gazed at his team, now joyously practicing Sonata in D Major. It was days away from the championship…
The Grand Finale had come. ‘The pitch is a keyboard, as there are eight of you, there is enough to play the entire song.’ Mozart instructed. The game was fast-paced, and the players danced to a song only they may hear. The teamwork was incredible, and as the proud club stood on the podium, Mozart vanished as astonishingly as he had emerged. The team was befuddled… they knew they were part of a marvellous event that only they knew…
Before Mozart left, the last piece of advice:
‘If you don’t make mistakes, you never try anything new.’
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THE DAY MOZART BECOME A SOCCER COACH by Sophia Z
One morning, in one of Sydney’s secondary schools, the principal was droning about the ‘exciting’ school events coming up when a bright light lit up the stage, revealing a petite, grey-haired man in 18th century garment. He turned to the gasping crowd and questioned, “Would anyone be kind enough to inform me what year it is?” The students stared, mouths open as the principal stated, “It is currently 2024, Mr…” “Mozart” the man finished off. The student’s eyes darted around, astonished, their phones forgotten as they glanced at the famous musician. He ambled towards a girl, staring at the strange bright rectangle in her lap. “What is this? Magic?” He gently touched it, jumping back with fright as it flashed. “It’s a phone” the girl answered, barely able to contain her laughter. “We use it to text and to watch funny videos.” “Well, Mr Mozart, the school is needing a soccer coach, would you…” A voice interrupted. The principal’s voice drifted off as Mozart nodded in agreement. Although he didn’t know what ‘soccer’ was, but it was certainly worth a try.
Mozart read books and books about soccer, adopting new knowledge as his stack of books grew higher. After learning the basics, he began to work hard, conducting the team like an orchestra, each player a note in the beautiful symphony. As they hummed along with Mozart, the plates found themselves moving with unexpected grace and coordination that they never encountered before. The parents watched with astonishment as Mozart conducted, waving his hands as the children ran around, as if they were dancing around the field. “is he composing soccer?” A parent muttered. “I don’t know” answered another, “but it’s certainly beautiful.”
Mozart took up his quill, scribbling furiously in his notebook, creating a symphony-like diagram. The team gathered around, eyes reflecting confusion and curiosity. “This is our guide to victory!” Mozart exclaimed as he explained the concepts. “Feel the pace” Mozart shouted. “Vivace when we attack, Presto when we defend.” The players moved with grave in the ebb and flow of Mozarts conducting. To everyone’s surprise, their movements become more fluent, passes more accurate. It was like living in a dream. Meanwhile, the other team was trying hard, but they couldn’t beat Mozart’s team. From the benches, the frustrated rival coach scratched his head. “What king of training leads to results like this?” He whispered to himself.
Mozart sat on the bench, surrounded by the team, each child explaining important aspects of daily life, from emojis to snack foods. He listened curiously, scribbling down notes as he interpreted them carefully. “That coach is oddly familiar!” muttered the rival coach, squinting at a portrait of Mozart.“Nope.” He shook his head, “That’s impossible.” Little did he know that it was. Meanwhile, Mozart examined the ancient manuscript. Could it be his way back home? The championship was days away. The team was practising hard to his Sonata, and they were determined. For the first time, he realised he wasn’t so sure about going back to his own time.
Tweet! The referee blew the whistle. Mozart closed his eyes, transforming the soccer filled into a piano, each player a key. He began to conduct, his stick moving in time with the players. The crowd watched in awe as they gracefully moved perfectly. Just as the game ended, Mozart was embraced and the players took a ‘selfie’ with him. After waving goodbye, he was gone in a flash, although his memory as the best soccer coach remained.
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Nancy Wang
The day Mozart became a soccer coach
“Any more teacher announcements?” The principle said in a bored voice. Suddenly, a bright light blinded the students and teachers eyes. A strange man in 18th century clothing appeared in the middle of the hall. It was Mozart.Everyone looked at him, stunned. The strange man gazed at his surroundings and seeing students looking him like a concentrate student looking at a speaking teacher. The Mozart thought to himself that he was obviously not been in his room where he was practicing but in a new strange world with different buildings and structures. He asked in a small voice,”pardon me, my name is Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart. Would you please tell me what year is this?” No one answered him until the principle said in a still stunned voice,”well Mr Mozart, it is year 2024. It looks like you have been magical been sent here. Our soccer team needs a new coach. Would you like to be their new coach?” Mozart hesitated. He had no idea what soccer was but was determined to find a place here so he said in a positive way ,“ I will be delighted!” Making the principle smile.”well practice is on today, so you’d better go to the field at lunch!”
In their first practice Mozart was puzzled on what to do. All there was, he thought, was grass and a round covered in spots.”this is the instrument we play with?” Mozart asked. “It’s a football. You dribble it into the goal and score.” A child replied, astonished that he didn’t know what a football was. Mozart thought of an amazing plan.” think of the field of grass as a piece of paper, and yourselves as pencils. We must compose an excellent piece and create harmony in our movements!” exclaimed Mozart. The children were still processing the strange words they’ve been put with. Mr Mozart lifted his hands up, leaving the children guessing. He started conducting them and the children eventually moves to the silent beat of the conducting. Lots of people said to look at what was happening.’’ is he…. conducting a soccer game?” someone asked.” I don’t know but it’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen on the soccer field!” replied another one.
As days turned to weeks, Mozart’s team transformed under the maestros guidance. They ceased to be mere children who kicked a football around. Mozart, with his delighted charm and relentless enthusiasm, instill the sense of confidence in each young athlete. They learned the art of camaraderie and respect not only for their teammates but for their opponents as well.
The big match against the rival team even closer. the night before Mozart gathered under the starlight” remember,” explained Mozart,” to remember your parts.To Think of it as your piano practice. To work together to create your masterpiece!”
The referee blew his whistle. The match had began. As Mozart hummed a motivating tune, the team moved across the field with unexpected grace, leaving their opponents bewildered. The ball seemed to flow between players like a musical phrase, each pass and shot perfectly timed. From the sidelines, the rival coach scratched his head in confusion.” what kind of training produces results like this?” he muttered to himself.
Just as they scored the winning goal of familiar bright light enveloped Mozart. He smiled, waved goodbye, and in the flash, he was gone. The children were too busy celebrating when they realised that their coach was gone. They knew that something magical had happened, and that this was a one in a lifetime experience.
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Ian Xu
A Flash of light on the school stage, revealing a man in 18th-century clothing. He turned to the stunned crows and asked. “Pardon me, but what year is this?”
“Zap!” A flash of light suddenly filled the stage, and a man in 18th-century clothing stepped out of a machine leaving all of the students stunned. He looked confused as to where he was, but he knew for sure that he wasn’t in his era. The light dimmed, revealing more traits of this mysterious man. He wore a puffed-up wig and a fancy shirt, followed by his luxurious pants.
Mozart blinked several times, his eyes adjusting to the fluorescent lighting of the modern classroom. The students’ faces were a mix of awe and disbelief, their eyes wide as saucers. The once-grandiose world of 18th-century Vienna was replaced by the bright, bustling environment of an Australian elementary school.
A young girl in the front row, brimming with curiosity, whispered to her friend, “Is that… Mozart? Like, the composer?”
Before her friend could answer, a teacher, Mrs. Thompson, stepped forward. Her eyes were kind but filled with concern. “Welcome to our school, sir. I’m Mrs. Thompson. I’m afraid there’s been a mistake. Are you lost?”
Mozart took a deep breath, trying to steady himself. He nodded vigorously, though his expression was still one of bewilderment. “Indeed, madam. I appear to be in a rather unfamiliar place. Could you assist me in finding my way back to my time?”
Mrs. Thompson’s eyes widened. “Your time? Oh! You must be from another period. I have just the job for you.”
Before Mozart could respond, Mrs. Thompson motioned him to follow her. “Our soccer team could use some extra help. Their coach just left for a conference, and the kids have been struggling. If you’re as talented with soccer as you are with music, you might be able to turn things around.”
Mozart, though puzzled, was eager to find a way to return to his era. He agreed, thinking this might be a good way to get some leverage. The soccer field was a lot different from the concert halls he was used to, but Mozart had always believed in the power of harmony, whether it was music or life. Perhaps the same principles could apply to soccer.
The team, the Starlings, was an eclectic group of kids. They were known for their enthusiasm but had yet to win a single game. As Mozart approached them, he felt an odd mixture of excitement and nervousness.
“Hello, young athletes!” Mozart greeted them with a dramatic flourish. The kids looked at him, bemused. “I am Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart, and I shall be your new coach.”
One of the kids, Jake, raised an eyebrow. “Mozart? Like the composer? Can you even play soccer?”
Mozart smiled. “While I may not play soccer as well as I compose music, I believe that discipline, strategy, and creativity can lead to great success in any field—be it music or sports.”
The kids exchanged skeptical glances but were willing to give their new coach a chance. Over the next few weeks, Mozart applied his musical expertise to coaching. He treated each practice like a symphony, arranging drills and exercises to build rhythm, coordination, and teamwork.
Mozart drew parallels between music and soccer, explaining how just as each note in a melody had its place, each player had a role in the team’s formation. His unique approach began to resonate with the kids. They started to understand the importance of timing and harmony on the field, and their teamwork improved dramatically.
To everyone’s surprise, the Starlings began to win matches. The final game of the season was against the reigning champions, the Thunderbirds. The Starlings were underdogs, but they had a secret weapon: Mozart’s unconventional tactics and their newfound confidence.
The match was intense. The Thunderbirds were formidable, but Mozart’s strategy kept the Starlings in the game. With seconds left on the clock, the score was tied. Mozart shouted, “Remember, teamwork is our greatest strength!”
With a last-minute play that perfectly synchronized their movements, the Starlings scored a dramatic goal. The crowd erupted in cheers as the final whistle blew, declaring the Starlings the champions.
Mozart’s heart swelled with pride, not just for the victory but for the growth he had witnessed in his young players. The students celebrated their triumph with exuberance, lifting Mozart on their shoulders.
Later that evening, as the sun set, a shimmering light began to encircle Mozart. He knew this was his chance to return to his own time. He glanced at his team, who gathered around him, their faces a mix of sadness and gratitude.
“Thank you for everything, Maestro,” Jake said, his voice filled with admiration.
Mozart nodded, his eyes twinkling with warmth. “It has been an honor to guide you. Remember, just as in music, in life, harmony and passion can lead to greatness.”
As the light enveloped him, Mozart felt a sense of fulfillment and contentment. In an instant, he was back in his own time, the grand halls of Vienna surrounding him once more.
Mozart looked around, his heart still echoing with the cheers and camaraderie of his unexpected adventure. He had not only made a difference in a different era but had also found a new understanding of the universal language of harmony.
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_Ian Zhou
A flash of purple and blue appeared in the assembly hall, pupils and teachers covering there eyes. As the light disappeared, in replace was an 18 century man with a white, curly wig. Everyone gaped at him as the man turned around, examining everything. He peered at the Yr 6 prefect and saw her phone in her hands.“Wow! What is this rectangle thing?” He asked, dazzled, as he picked up the phone and poked it. Light flashed on and he jumped back, surprised. The girl giggled. “It”s called an iPhone”, she explained. The principal ushered him off stage while he told the teachers to get back to normal. The principal looked unsure. “Dear Mr … Mozart. We need a soccer coach, so, will you be interested?” Mozart had no clue what soccer was, but he nodded his head.
“So, this is a soccer ball and your suppose to kick it with your feet,” the year 6 prefect said, passing Mozart the ball. Mozart picked it up and bounced it on the ground, smiling with joy as the sound echoed. “Wow! An instrument that plays itself!” He said, and surprisingly, dribbled with impossible ease.
The children stared at there new coach nervously. “Today, we will play together in harmony. Each of us a note, and if we mess up, we will have to start the song again!” Mozart thundered. The children looked at him, confused. When Mozart finally naming them a note and explaining what to do, the team went on the field. As they played, Mozart conducted, waving his hands around and giving orders. “OK, GO BACK DOWN THE SCALE!” He yelled, as the team went down the field. Every pass and shot was perfect, as if they were listening to there own special song.
The first game was on. Mozart concentrated harder as he conducted. As the team shot 3 goals in a row, a mum leaned next to another mum. “Is that coach trying to compose his team?” The other mum replied, “If he is, it’s working.” Meanwhile, the other coach stared blankly at Mozart. “What kind of game strategy is this?” He muttered to himself.
Now winning 6 games in a row, Mozart stared at the history book. The way to get back to his time was now lying in his hands. Mozart felt a pang of sadness. Now he wasn’t sure if he wanted to go back to his time. He glanced at his team practicing Allegro No.2 and felt the knife pressing in harder against his head. The grand final was only days away.
The team was eager to hear what Mozart was going to say. “Together, we will play each note perfectly, and combine our notes together!” The team nodded and went on court. Only one minute left and it was 6 all. Pressure was on. As the final player shot, it glided smoothly into the net. BEEP! They won! Mozart smiled and he saw a tint of blue and purple light appearing again. He waved, then vanished, just as he came. The team cheered and turned to there coach, but there was only air. Silence took place. But then happiness filled the air once more. The kids knew that this was a moment they’ll never forget.
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Jess Zhang
Whoosh! Mozart came flying across time. A flashlight of light appeared on the stage revealing him in 18 century clothing. He turned to the sun crow and asked “pardon me but what year is this?” The children laughed and finally a girl said “ We are in the years 2000. What is your name?” “ My name is Mozart, ” he answered. The principal looked up from the book and said, “ You can stay here as long as you work. You can be a soccer coach.” What in the whole world is soccer he thought to himself as the children left the massive hall.
A teacher lead him to the oval to teach his lessons. The team was already waiting for him. When the teacher left, he saw a little boy bouncing a ball. “ What is that?” he questioned. The boy called Henry looked at him with a sceptical face. “It is a ball. You kick it and try to score.” he said as he threw it to Mozart. Wow, this is amazing thought as he tried bouncing the ball. It is a new instrument! He scribbled on the board making a confusing poster that look like a toddler drawing. No one understood what he drew on the board so instead with some ink on the quill, he slowly wrote on the big piece of paper. The children gathered around impressed with the cursive writing he did. The group followed his instructions and surprisingly are Improving at tremendous speed. Every Friday they practice with another team. They score every 10 minutes! They have been practising for weeks and getting the rhythm.
The big day has come. Everyone in the crowd cheers. Then they start chanting, “ go red team! go red team! “ which was the other team. The boys warm up getting ready to beat the most skilled team in history. Then Mozart told everyone to gather up. “You must listen to the music and go with the flow. Every one of you is an instrument and I will count on you,” he said. Then they sing the national anthem with proud and get in to their positions. 3…2…1…start! Henry kicks the ball to his friend Liam, who passes it to James and the ball runs towards the poles and in between it. “Try for blue!”the referee shouted. They score 9 try’s and then half time arrived. After the break, they ran to the field. They move swiftly in the last 40 minutes, defeating red. They were like an orchestra with music that they only could hear. After lots of hard work, they won! On the board in said 75 to 0. At that time, a black hole appeared in front of Mozart. He said his goodbyes and jumped in the hole finding himself at home with his family.
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Vivian Kweh
Poof! All of a sudden, a man was on the stage. The children stared at the man as if he was some sort of alien. Why was he wearing such strange clothes? It was like the school’s piano teacher dressed up in 1780s clothes.
“What is this strange machine that projects the sound?” he asked as he tapped on the microphone that the principal was holding.
The principal stopped droning on about the school behaviour policy and stared dumbfounded at the extraordinary man. The man stared back at the principal.
“Are you some sort of out of work actor auditioning for a part? If you want a real job we coincidentally, have one on offer at the school. Would you like to become our soccer coach, the current soccer coach has quit his job.” he asked as he tried to bring away the awkward conversation.
“Well, I’m very talented!” the man boasted, “I could do anything! Because my name is Mozart!”
“Yeah! Totally!” shouted a fat, hairy boy called Toby from the back of the audience as he pulled a face at Mozart.
Mozart stared at the boy, “How rude!” he answered back to Toby as Toby quietly sat down in embarrassment.
As Mozart walked onto the soccer field, he saw fourteen round, black and white balls laid out their prepared for them. “Wow! Who invented these round machines? Do we play music with them?” he asked.
The hopeless rookie soccer players stared at him as if it was some sort of joke.
“What?” mentioned Mozart in frustration as he saw all the soccer players staring at him awkwardly.
For the first time in the school’s history, the soccer team got to skip a training session. Mozart was absent and was at the bookstore reading books about soccer.
The next day, Mozart arrived in a soccer jersey and had black sunglasses on. “Alright! Dribble to the right! Dribble to the left!” shouted Mozart as he blew a whistle.
Every day, the team grew with new and new improvements and ever week, they would win the competition. The coach of the opposing team would always stare at Mozart suspiciously as if Mozart was a top gang criminal.
Mozart knew that one day, he had to go back.
“Please don’t go!” screamed the principal, “Our team is really successful right now with your efforts!”
“I will leave, but it will be in another decade.” Mentioned Mozart as he stared across the horizon.
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Sherry Tao