It was as if this old antique had taught me my lifelong dream. Ever since I was a little girl, around 5 years old, I remember that beautiful dusty green, grand piano that sat in my living room. Everything about this piano absolutely amazed me. From the new black and white keys, to the very tune it played. This giant thing played music so soothing to the ears, but if you slammed the keys down without a care, you would make nothing but nonsense and noise. All I played as a little girl was nonsense and noise. I desired to play and make music. I no longer wanted to make noise. I wanted to make pure symphonies on this grand green piano.
I began to play a little more and more each day, just to hear the wonderful noise that would come out of it. It would make me happy, to know something so great would play on command for me. My parents and I would often argue, and when I just couldn’t take it anymore, I would go to my piano. It was my safe house, I could go to it whenever I wanted and hit one key and it would start playing music. I’d often cry upon the keys, and as I did I would only hit two keys, C and D. I taught myself to start playing them simultaneously. I honestly thought I was finally making music.
I never wanted to be away from that piano, since I was homeschooled I would read on the piano bench, do all my homework, and sometimes just rest there and play my C and D beat. Compared to me at my very young age, the piano was just a big green beast, so that’s what I called it. “The Green Beast” or other times I would just call it “My pano”. It took me forever to learn how to pronounce the word “Piano”. I still catch myself today saying it the wrong way, which is pretty funny!
On my thirteenth birthday my parents signed me up for piano lessons and got me my very own electric keyboard. I was in love with it! It already had music programmed in it, and it could teach you any of the songs by lighting up the pearly white keys in red. I could learn anything I...