Half of my childhood was spent practicing the piano. "Imagine you're in a meadow", said my teacher. It was for a part in the song that was meant to be idyllic and soft; a moment that would replicate an imaginary wandering through a meadow. The song would descend and move toward angrier notes. "Imagine you're angry.. at something.. at someone...", he'd say. The notes crescendoed and waited in anticipation for the emotions to surge through. What was I angry about? Anger conjured up as I thought of last night when dad fought with mom. I marked off on my calendar each day they fought. Last night was the 20th time this month. "Okay, descend.. descend...let the notes fall in gentle willowy whispers". The anger transformed into a strong, gentle longing for peace.
"Stop playing! It's awful!", my brother would cry. I'd yell back, "5 more minutes!!!". The imaginary meadow, angry memories and quiet longings for peace slowly began drawing back into the recesses of my mind.
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i played piano and quit after 4 years. now i regret it. can u still play?
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