The Piano
As of tomorrow morning at 8:01 a.m. in the house of a one Mrs. Kuiken, I will have officially become a student of the illustrious instrument, the piano. I am quite ecstatic about this new change in my life and I hope that I will at least be a proficient student. I have had experience with music before (trumpet - six months, Cornet - six months, Guitar - 3 years, French Horn - 8 years... I am afraid to say, as the years prove, that I am only truly gifted at the french horn however, and thus I am a bit nervous about endeavoring to take on the piano.) My fingers...instead of being long and slender are, I am afraid to say, a bit on the short side; something which I can only imagine as a great hinderance for me, especially when I try to hit those beautiful chords which happen to be many keys apart... sigh... Is it my fault I was born with inferior fingers?!!! NO! A thousand times no!!
So just to spite those responsible for my dwarfed little hands, I am going to learn how to play the piano! Egads! Pray for me...for, am I so bold as to proclaim it?! along with tiny hands, I am afraid that I am.. I mean I could be...sigh...I am not coordinated. Yes, you heard me correctly. Although I played basketball and soccer all my life - even though I was captain of the Varsity soccer team - I managed to hide the fact that I am so utterly uncoordinated that I probably wouldn't even make it as a cheerleader! Not that I want to bash the ahem..."sport" of cheerleading. Quite the contrary actually, for secretly I hold it with much regard, but publicly with much contempt. Why? For if people knew that I thought cheerleading a legitimate sport they would want me to try it out and then they would discover my fatal sin... I am NOT COORDINATED! GAaAH! Yes, pray for me tomorrow morning at 8:00 a.m (not 8:01 mind you, but 8:00) for that is the very moment when I shall feel the sudden realization spread over me like chilly goose-bumps that I have absolutely no idea why I am at Mrs. Kuiken's door about to step through her threshold and enter into the land of embarrassment; shame. Gasp...I don't think I will be able to sleep tonight...
The End.
So just to spite those responsible for my dwarfed little hands, I am going to learn how to play the piano! Egads! Pray for me...for, am I so bold as to proclaim it?! along with tiny hands, I am afraid that I am.. I mean I could be...sigh...I am not coordinated. Yes, you heard me correctly. Although I played basketball and soccer all my life - even though I was captain of the Varsity soccer team - I managed to hide the fact that I am so utterly uncoordinated that I probably wouldn't even make it as a cheerleader! Not that I want to bash the ahem..."sport" of cheerleading. Quite the contrary actually, for secretly I hold it with much regard, but publicly with much contempt. Why? For if people knew that I thought cheerleading a legitimate sport they would want me to try it out and then they would discover my fatal sin... I am NOT COORDINATED! GAaAH! Yes, pray for me tomorrow morning at 8:00 a.m (not 8:01 mind you, but 8:00) for that is the very moment when I shall feel the sudden realization spread over me like chilly goose-bumps that I have absolutely no idea why I am at Mrs. Kuiken's door about to step through her threshold and enter into the land of embarrassment; shame. Gasp...I don't think I will be able to sleep tonight...
The End.
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