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Hello, I am Mozart and I was born in a normal family on January27 in 1756. Me, my sister, my father and my mother. My sister was a really good pianist called Maria Anna Mozart. My mom was going to have more babies but just me and my sister survived from some thing terrible that had happened. Well.... I also wanted to practice piano with my dad and my sister, but my dad said I was too small to practice. I didn`t like that answer. Well..... once when my parents were not in the house, I went to the piano room and there started playing very well, and my parents thought that it was my sister but when they got into the room they saw me playing. My dad was so proud and so impressed. Now how both of us were good pianists, My dad took us to every part of the world. He took all along Europe. We played for a lot of people and they gave us clothes, and money.

In those times our family was really happy. I also had to grow up. But when I got bigger they didn`t like me anymore, and people only liked: Mozart the wonder boy. Now I was losing money and I lost my job. But then with my mother I went to France to see if there I got a job. My dad didn`t like me to go to France, he thought that it was a bad idea. And that was true. My mother each day she got sicker and sicker. She got really sick that she unfortunatly died! There I wrote her one of my music pieces. That piece had a really sad theme of course. The theme was my mother dieing. When I came back home my dad and my sister were really mad with me. While that time, my father didn`t feel well and also unfortunatly he also died!! There I also wrote my father a piece of music that was also sad. It also had a sad theme. That theme was my father dead. I couldn`t support my both parents being dead at the same type of time.

In those times I was really sad, until I married Costance Mozart,but I was still with that sad memory about my parents. Well....... Me and my sister were in broke, but for being lucky..... they gave me a job. They wanted me to play again but I had no music, so I had to write. With all the music I wrote I got more than 600 pieces. I got 626 music pieces. With that I got more famous than anybody. But one day I was writting to good that well, I worked to hard. I got sick and after 3 to 4 weeks I was dead. It was a really tragic death.

( Im not Mozart at all but......)