UNEXPECTED ENDINGS

Story 8: PRACTICE MAKES PERFECT

I was from the richest family of city .

I loved to play piano since childhood. I had joined many classes during my childhood. My teachers were always used to teach me their best, in order to impress my parents. But everytime I return back to home, and showed my father playing the piano , he was use to get angry on my every teacher.

He was very shot tempered and bit psycho. He was use to go home of the same teacher and shot her dead. " Why she is playing this piano soo slow ? Don't you know I hate slow piano? Yes you are a bad teacher." Always saying same he was use to shot them dead.
One day one new sir came to my house for teaching me piano. He was so polite and humble towards me. He taught me the simple way of piano and made me to do it in very fast manner.

Finally I was successful. I was ready to show it to my father. I happily ran towards my house. But when it was time to perform in front of my father, I forgot everything. My father stood up in anger. He started walking towards sir's room. He removed his gun from his pocket. I was very frightened that I was not able to say that it was my fault. My father entered inside sir's room. I was waiting outside. There was silence for long time. Suddenly I heard a voice calling me " Hey, come inside. Let's show your father our piano lesson". I was happy that my father spare my teacher. I was ready to give my best. I sat on the piano table. I was shocked to see my sir was holding the gun and my father was sitting in fright on the chair.
"I will slap you every time u did the mistake" said my sir.

I started playing and again I played it wrong. He gave me slap. I was crying very badly in pain. My father was crying looking at me.
"Faster faster you can do it " I again made a mistake. He again slapped me. I was crying in pain. But he hold the gun point towards my father, hence I was suppose to perform good anyhow. "Practice makes anyone perfect come on do it . Faster as your dad want" "No please don't....I don't want faster..." my father said crying.
"No she will..she will...come on faster "
How ...????? How can I be soo fast with only three fingers left....?

...You can't be so fast when you know that real meaning of slap is ... cutting one finger......

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