If you can play it, I’ll marry you.Those words came from the mouth of a woman who believed that money gave her the right to humiliate anyone.
It all began at an elegant gathering where politicians, businessmen, and heirs to great fortunes filled the room.
Among them was a young millionaire who enjoyed attracting attention with her absurd bets and haughty laugh.In front of the grand piano, she pointed to the man who was discreetly cleaning a corner.
It was Samuel the janitor, a quiet man, dressed in his blue uniform, who never looked for trouble, but whom everyone saw as invisible, until he decided to get closer.
“You,” she said, pointing at him with a mocking gesture.
“Let’s see if you can make us smile by playing that, although of course, your talent must lie elsewhere, right?” The phrase came out accompanied by laughter and knowing glances from his friends.Samuel hesitated for a moment.
He hadn’t sat in front of a piano for years, not because of a lack of love for music, but because life had taken him down paths where art didn’t pay the bills.
He approached with firm steps, but without looking up.
He placed his hands on the keys, feeling the cold ivory beneath his fingers.He tried to play, but his hands were stiff.
The murmur of mockery surrounded him like an uncomfortable echo.
“Calm down, it’s not an exam,” was heard amid laughter.
But if you fail, don’t worry, you’ll still clean the floor afterward.The humiliation was so evident that some of those present looked away, uncomfortable, but without intervening.
The first notes were clumsy, as if his fingers were searching for a lost memory.
The millionairess leaned forward, tapping the piano with one finger as she laughed.
Wow, your talent is making us laugh.I can’t even get angry.
The group burst into laughter, celebrating the moment as if it were a staged performance.
Samuel took a deep breath, trying not to let anger cloud his judgment.
He knew that any word he said would be used against him, but what no one knew was that Samuel, before becoming a janitor, had played on important stages, accompanying singers and orchestras.Years ago, a personal tragedy had made him leave everything behind.
That night, however, something inside him began to awaken.
His fingers began to move more confidently as he recalled old exercises, scales he had practiced for hours in his youth.
The group, however, did not notice.They kept commenting on how funny it was to see a simple employee trying to fit into a world that, according to them, didn’t belong to him.
“Come on, I’m sure your forte is the mop,” joked one of the men, clinking his glass with the millionaire’s.
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At that moment, one of those present, an elderly man with a shrewd look and an impeccable suit, was watching him more closely than the rest.