𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐎𝐍 𝐓𝐎 𝐋𝐈𝐕𝐄 | 𝐉𝐉𝐊

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐎𝐧𝐞 | 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐓𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬

Music. You didn't understand it at first.

As a young child, one single glance at a piano sheet made you feel completely and utterly lost.

The notes, clefs, time signatures, tempo.

It took you a while to grasp the full concept of the piano. But, to put it simply, you had a pretty good teacher.

An old woman who'd always push you to your limits, having you play scales for hours and hours on end until you perfected them to her liking.

Ever since day one, she's always had certain regulations you'd have to abide by. For instance, you were once instructed to never play 'cold', even during practice, you were to always be processing information at all times. Whether it be details, particulars, or advice.

Every little thing was to be put into consideration. How did that passage feel under the fingers? Was that awkward or comfortable? Did you like the sound you made there? What could you do to improve?

All these continuous doubts and questions— and never once have you been assured otherwise. But perhaps, you just had it coming for you.

It has always been a known fact to you that things were never going to be easy. Because of that truth alone, you had considered giving up a couple times.

Yet, you didn't.

Thus, once the moment came when you did manage to perfect your scales... once the moment came when you finally became satisfied with your own sound, you found it nearly impossible to stop playing.

You became fascinated by the feel of the piano keys under your fingers, even more so than before.

You became addicted to the emotions aroused by other performers as they played their own elegant pieces, mesmerized by each note apprehended.

And as time went on, it seemed your love for music was the only thing that you could truly understand. 

However, one particular conversation changed that all.

"The simplest experience - a single note struck upon the piano - would not be what it is to others but for its relation by contrast or comparison with other experiences."

You were told those exact words years ago by your teacher, to serve as a revelation, more or less.

She wanted you to realize that despite all your familiarity with music, there were still enigma's to uncover about the piano... things you'd want to do in the future, and things you'd want to learn.

As expected, she wasn't mistaken.

For the time being though, you just wanted to focus on the little things.

The moments when you'd nail a particularly finger-twisting section whilst it would flow with a wondrous synergy.

Because the feeling it brought you... was nothing short of pure bliss.

Bliss. 

Until it all just, stopped. Taken away from you within mere seconds, and you couldn't do anything about it.

It only proved to you how cruel society truly was.

One day, you were given to privilege smile without having to worry about the pity of others. The next, you found yourself right where you started. Alone.