I hated learning the piano
I was 7, and I was sitting on the cold hard chair, slamming my fingers against the poor piano keys. The keys didn’t know what they did wrong. But I did. They existed, and I hated having to practice. I…
I was 7, and I was sitting on the cold hard chair, slamming my fingers against the poor piano keys. The keys didn’t know what they did wrong. But I did. They existed, and I hated having to practice. I…