Aria in Italian- song/melody
From a young age my mother toaught me how to play piano. My mother had a talent playing. But her voice was just magical.
And it was quite ironic when she named me Aria. Every morning before school she would teach me key by key.
Obviously after she taught me I didn't need her to teach me every morning. But I still get up at sunrise and play a melody. It's also kinda of a wake up to my mom and our neighbors.
Sometimes our neighbors come to listen now and then. Ask me and my mom to play at events too. Viv didn't absolutely love being woken up every morning to my fingers on the keys.
"ARIA STOP PLAYING ITS 5AM IN THE MORNING"
I continue playing. "I CANT HEAR YOUUU"
We all know she loves it.
My mother keeps a piano in a corner at the bakery "for decoration"
But I play there for customers sometimes. They all love it. And we just hope that they love it so much that they wanna buy some more bread.
Vivian basically lives with us. Well she does. She sleeps at our house every day except when her parents come back every now in them. When her parents started to go back and forth when we were 9, my dad built us bunk beds.
We still use them to this day. We both work at the bakery after school till 8. We aren't forced to do it, my mom has another guy working there for her, but me and vivian like to help her. My mom is like a second mom to viv. She was literally like my sister.
When my mom came to Italy she found a friend. Viv's mom. They became bestfriends. They both got married and pregnant at the same time. At the time vivian was fluent in Italian and I knew English.
So in the beginning I only wanted to learn Italian so I could talk to her. And also the fact that I live in Italy. But mostly vivian.
Monday 7:23 am
I walk down yawning. Step by step the smell of muffins got heavier. My mother comes into my view.
"Morning darling!" My mother says cutting up some strawberries. I walk over to the piano and sit down.
"Morning mom." I give her a warm smile. I place my warm fingers on the piano keys. I liked watching each key go up as I played them in the back.
It was muscle memory at this point. My fingers fit perfectly. And I just played. Swaying my head to the music.
"Ughhhhh" vivian complains dragging herself down the stairs.
"Morning to you to vivian" I give a quick smile keeping my eyes on each key I press. I swayed to the beautiful melody.
My mom grabs Vivian's right hand putting it on her waist and her other in her hand. Mom dragged them both dancing around the living room.
She starts humming the French melody.
" je te laisserai des mots, En-dessous de ta porte"my mother sang swaying across the room dragging vivian with her. We all laughed in the moment in sync.
I start to sing along with her, while playing each note.
These piano keys were the base. They keys were our ground. And we needed our ground.
