Sunday, August 2, 2009
Piano and her sex appeal.
Yes, so what if there is a piano in my living room. It has no relation of any form to my ability to finger it with grace. Occassionally, the mum will nag about how stupid she was to invest in my piano lessons for seven good years and on the physical object itself. One fine day, she threatened to sell it away to ease her financial woes. Fancy i am naive enough to believe that a few thousands can tide her through any form of financial distress. I deployed all methods to keep that piano. Very much out of defiance to prove her wrong than pure passion to pursue the Mozart dream. If she could talk, she would admit that she prefers to be transferred to somewhere more deserving.
Knowing how to play just Pachelbel's Canon in D is not sufficient a reason to be keeping a piano at home. It puts my ego at shame. Maybe i should really sell her soon :)
She slaps at 12:35 AM