'Your death,' I replied.
'Not yet,' he said.
'Not yet,' I agreed. "But when it happens, I will become a music teacher in Salzburg to pay for a pie.'
He laughed and said, 'Over my dead body.'
I was born on the stroke of twelve, between the 30th and 31st of July, 1751. To some I am the foremost keyboard player in Europe but to others, I am the overlooked sister of a genius. The matter is complicated. I write music for the bottom drawer while living in Salzburg with my dear Mama. Papa is in Rome with Wolfie to enshrine my brother's talents and in the year, 1770, I am destined for marriage, not a career. Maria Anna Walburga Ignatia Mozart - Nannerl for short.