Farren May, new to New York, rents a place at 23 Cornelia Street in search of her fairytale life that she see's in movies all the time. Harry Styles has been in the city for years now, admiring whatever Greenwich Village has to offer. Extreme and in...
As you can see she hasn't met him yet She already fell in love, I bet Her keyboard gets slammed by her fingers But he replies with "ok" every time, every time She doesn't know who he is No, she doesn't know what he's up to, oh She doesn't know who he is He doesn't see her He sees right through her, oh
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When Farren left my store today, I found myself sitting at the piano for a while because the store was never really busy on Wednesdays. I never noticed how much I enjoyed playing the piano because I usually stick to guitar, but it was a nice change of pace. When I play guitar, I tend to get lost in the music because when you finally find something that you’re good at and you enjoy, it overtakes your body and you can’t think about anything other than the music you’re creating. But when I play piano, it’s the complete opposite but still creates this environment around you where it’s no one but you.
Even though I’m aware of every single thing I’m doing, it’s like I’m the only one here. That’s not how it felt when I was playing with Farren though, it’s like I didn’t even care what I was doing because I was so focused on her and what she was doing. I’m gonna send her the application when I get home but if I’m being honest, I don’t plan on looking at it, I was gonna give her the job right then and there, but I admire that she wants to work for it. So I’ll let her.
I don’t have any other employees, it’s been just me since I opened this shop because it’s really never more than three people in here at a time and the only thing that gets kinda difficult is when I’m doing lessons in the back room, but I’ve managed to make it work for this long.
Since there was no one here and I had no more lessons planned for today, I go to one of the music crates sitting along the wall and pull out a book full of sheet music. Walking back to the piano, I sit down and place the book on the stand attached to the piano. Placing my hands on the ivory keys, I let myself get lost in the music. I don’t remember the last time I truly played piano and I didn’t realize I missed it until right now.
The way you can play harmonies and melodies at the same time on one instrument, something you can’t do on a typical wind instrument. The way you control the music with your own two hands and don’t have to rely on your breath support to get you through phrases. Percussive instruments have always been my soft spot. I can play the clarinet, saxophone, french horn, really any instrument you throw in my hands I can play, but nothing beats piano and guitar.
When I finish the song I was playing, my stomach starts to growl and I look up to the clock hanging from the wall by the register to see that it’s noon so I get up, putting the music back from where I got it and grabbing my keys from the register to head out the front door, and lock it, flipping the sign from the side that says “We’re Open!” to the “Sorry, we’re closed” side.
