Elvis was not my smartest student. He hardly hit the keys, he could not sit on the spot and he was bored quickly. I often lost patience with him.

One day, when Elvis again admitted that he was not practicing at home, I was upset. I started shouting that he should quit these lessons. I said it would be better if he would sing, instead of playing.

At that time I did not know that Elvis would take those words to heart. A day later, he joined the choir, where his talent was recognized immediately. This is how an amazing career started…