Today I cleared up all of the junk that was on top of my piano, it's sounds a lot better and now, I'm more determined to keep it clean. Many people are forced to learn musical instruments and they never learn how to enjoy the music. Me, I'm one of the luckier ones that seemed to have found a way to connect with music and give feeling into what we do. To me the piano is almost part of myself, ironically I'm not a very good pianists, but I still love the way my fingers fly across the keyboard.
Even though I enjoy the piano, it wasn't always like that, before, when I just started learning piano, like most children I was forced to learn. Everyday my parents would push me to practice the boring scales, annoying Hannon exercises, pieces that sounded horrible, but now, I can see that it's all paid off because I'm so happy that I have this amazing skill to create wonderful with my fingers.
I still remember that day when I got inspired to play piano well. I was walking down an alleyway on the way back from school when I noticed a girl that was a little bit taller them me was riding a bicycle towards me. When she got a little big closer, I noticed that while she was riding, she was also reading a sheet of music while whistling a familiar tune. She had a backpack slung over one shoulder and she wore a scarf that was the color or roses. Since she was so engrossed in the music score, she didn't notice that there was a steep slope that she was just about to approach. Right when I was about to call out and warn her, she already started down. After a few seconds she finally noticed that she was in some big trouble, so she tried to steady her bicycle, but in the end, she still lost her balance and fell over. I immediately sprinted over to see if she was okay and to help her up.
When I got to her I could see that she had an abrasion on the left arm, but everything else was okay. "Are you alright" I asked trying to sound a caring as possible. "Oh, I'm alright, thanks." She said while scratching the side of her head nervously. After a few seconds of an awkward pause, we bother started to pick up the music sheets that were flying around in the wind. While I was looking for the papers I took some notice of the girl. She looked like she was and asian girl around grade 8 and had long flowing brown hair that went down to her waist... yes I admit, the first time I saw her, she was pretty good standards in terms of beauty. I looked at the music and I recognized it, it was Waltz in C# Minor opus 64 number 2.
Once we picked up all the papers, she thanked me. "Your welcome, but where did you get these music scores?" I said while pointing at the title of the music. "Oh, uh, just some simple illegal downloading." she said causally while trying to hide a grin. "And I see that your fingers are so long, you must play piano too... right?" she asked shyly. "Oh, yeah, but I'm not very good though." I replied quite embarrassed and I secretly pinched myself to refrain from blushing. "Tsk, Tsk, you should really work harder you know." she said while patting me on the head like a child even though she wasn't that much taller then me and I wasn't that much younger then her. "Here, I'll give you this book of sheet music so that you will work harder because you were so kind to me."
She smiled, gave me a wink, then left. Ever since that day, I have been trying to learn the whole book, but I still haven't finnished the first Etude yet, but I knew that there was something about that girl that made me want to try harder, it made me want to become good at piano. Now that I think of it, I still don't know her name, school, or any other information about her. maybe it was her kindness to a stranger that made me work harder, but all that I really know is that I should try harder, so that's what I'll do.
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