*Hit!*
"Did you eat your breakfast today!?"
She hit my thigh again, what does this old hag want from me? Seriously! I knew that I usually slack off, but i have actually practiced this time.
" No...It was too early and I ..."
" You're so fat and yet you don't even have the energy to play louder? And also, I told you countless of time already. The most important rule when you are learning a new song is to train each hand over and over again, until you can play them individually perfectly. And THEN, you can combine both parts together to create a symphony. Not this broken piece of so-called music you played just now."
" OK..." Monster. Red-fingernails Medusa.
"Now repeat that part again, with your right hand."
Yes, that is Adeline, my piano teacher. And no, she's not my favorite teacher. She's in her mid thirties and is reaching her menopause. She's so gonna get it soon. She's an expert in music and torturing people. But that's not the point.
Some random thought came up to me this morning, at 4AM when i tossed and turned on my shabby queen-sized bed. Again, you clogged up my mind, greedily occupying every inch of space there. You, smiling cheekily. The possibility that we won't see each other for another 289 days. The space that I always kept for you , next to me, on this humongous bed. You, kissed away my tears saying everything is okay. This pain, of having to stay away from you. Torn, between two continents.
I miss you.
That will be an understatement, but i can't find better words. And so that piano lesson reminded me of us.
You gave me a new life. A new symphony. I am the left hand, and you are the right hand. To achieve the perfect symphony, we have to train each part separately. And so before that day when we could finally be together, I will learn to be a better person, a girl who's worthy of you.
"Did you eat your breakfast today!?"
She hit my thigh again, what does this old hag want from me? Seriously! I knew that I usually slack off, but i have actually practiced this time.
" No...It was too early and I ..."
" You're so fat and yet you don't even have the energy to play louder? And also, I told you countless of time already. The most important rule when you are learning a new song is to train each hand over and over again, until you can play them individually perfectly. And THEN, you can combine both parts together to create a symphony. Not this broken piece of so-called music you played just now."
" OK..." Monster. Red-fingernails Medusa.
"Now repeat that part again, with your right hand."
Yes, that is Adeline, my piano teacher. And no, she's not my favorite teacher. She's in her mid thirties and is reaching her menopause. She's so gonna get it soon. She's an expert in music and torturing people. But that's not the point.
Some random thought came up to me this morning, at 4AM when i tossed and turned on my shabby queen-sized bed. Again, you clogged up my mind, greedily occupying every inch of space there. You, smiling cheekily. The possibility that we won't see each other for another 289 days. The space that I always kept for you , next to me, on this humongous bed. You, kissed away my tears saying everything is okay. This pain, of having to stay away from you. Torn, between two continents.
I miss you.
That will be an understatement, but i can't find better words. And so that piano lesson reminded me of us.
You gave me a new life. A new symphony. I am the left hand, and you are the right hand. To achieve the perfect symphony, we have to train each part separately. And so before that day when we could finally be together, I will learn to be a better person, a girl who's worthy of you.
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