I've never personally had any talents. Well, none that people knew of. Apart from my brain. That was described as advanced intelligence, however much I decided to disagree. But I'd always had something about music. I was a form of escape. A way to forget about whatever issues I was facing that day and be fully involved in the music. That's all I focuses on.
There was a music room in the hospital. A small room which contained a piano and some basic instruments. Like maracas and stuff. Now don't get me wrong, I've heard maracas can be pretty intense instruments but I'm yet to witness it. And probably never will. That's just the way the world works and I must accept it.
Anyway, there is a music room. So, on one of my better days, I decided to take a look. And it was better than I thought. The piano, which sat in the corner of the room, was one of an expensive nature. A nice strong material with unworn keys. It was either very strong or not used. I assumed the later.
I hadn't played in a while. But I probably won't have the chance to again. So I figured what can I lose? I've already done a deal with cancer for my life. So I played the only song I could. Liam taught me I think. As I keep saying my memory is not the best. They don't know about us. Who else would've taught me that? Stupid.
I played it over and over again for about an hour, when there was a knock at the door. I was expecting it to be a nurse. But instead it is Liam. With glazed eyes. "Why do you look like you could burst into tears at any moment?" I ask. "Because you remembered," he whispered. "Well, I couldn't forget that really could i? With the back story and all.." He shook his head and chuckled. "You have to admit, that was a good laugh," I sighed. "Liam, that date was a disaster. I fell down a hill, was chased by bees and you spilt your drink over me!" I looked at him. His shoulder was pressed against the door frame. I patted the space next to me on the stool and he sat. I started to play again, but he sung.
I then persisted that he teach me other songs and he did. All the songs that involved a piano.
Just before we left, he tapped my shoulder. I turned around and he pressed a notebook to my chest. "I know how much you like music, so I figured that if I gave you this, we could make our own," I hugged him. Oh what am I going to do with you?
