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The class after almost a fortnight's gap was a bit of what one would call, eventful, for Anya. The past two weeks was the time in her life where she best used it to date. Music, studying and one show she watches on the television have become her life apart from the routine. And on weekends, the leisure she has went to either drawing or painting, a skill passed down to her from her mother.

"Releasing the keys is important. I want you to play the major scale, now."

Her teacher was not going easy or hard on her. But Anya felt contrary. She thought she was perfect with playing the major scale at any pace. But no, her teacher wouldn't agree. She wondered what more of perfection her teacher wanted.

Nonetheless, she placed her little hands on the keys in position to start. This time she hit the keys a bit harder than usual and also carelessly. Yinya was enraged with this behaviour. She was a woman known for her composure ever since her love left this world. She inherited the musical heart only after the man died. He was a lover of music, she had been a mere player who never saw through the notes and the feeling they held. But her husband, with the least knowledge he acquired being with her, appreciated music in a way a true musian would and that was what took him to a greater height as a violinist. And it had taken Yinya his death to incorporate him and his feelings in herself. From then on music was never just a passionate skill, but the whole meaning of her life. It was symbolic of her other half as well as her baby.

The teacher breathed out slowly. "You should be more patient. I'll get back to you soon. Until then think about what I said. Are you really releasing the notes? Are you sure you're moving forward with the melodies? Or are you.. being held? Do not let them captivate you out of your control."

Anya did not understand much of what the lady said. It sounded perfect just like how her teacher did it.

"Ma'am, I think it was exactly like what you did." She retorted. For the little girl she was, her pride flared up her temper easily.

The first time she met the girl, she has high hopes for her. But it did not look so any longer. "Well, it is not necessary that you get a hold of it this soon. I have formed more of an impression of you."

Anya was shocked for a moment. But after some thought over the rather unpleasant information, she was back into reality and realized that her teacher was attending to another student. She remembered what her teacher said, though not understood the meaning of it. She had a release the notes.

"I will try," she murmured to herself. She got down to practice again.

Hearing her start again, Yinya looked at her. She was glad she decided to try understanding what she meant. But what she did on the instrument was far from what was told. Yet, being the patient teacher, she did not interrupt it. She would give the girl another twenty minutes of lone time and then point out to her.

She felt bad about saying to the girl that she wasn't as impressive as she showed to be. But the little pride had to be cut off someway. Afterall, that is the start of accepting and learning the right way. She must have felt bad. But that was exactly what made her do it. She tried. It has not even been a whole month, the girl did prove herself. She was giving the piano her all and she was improving drastically. Timing and the right release were the only things she lacked as of then. Reading the notes was a thing she naturally got. The teacher came out of her musings. She never understood a student so much in the little time. Anya was going to be an expressive musician.

She approached the girl, "So?"

"I... I think I do understand what you said, ma'am."

"No, dear. But don't strain it. You always have a tomorrow."

".. I'm sorry for before.. ma'am." Guilt was one thing she would get rid of sooner than anything. And a sorry did the work most of the times, she meant it or not. Half of the cases, it ended up just a sound.

"Not necessary. Enough for today though. In your next class we'll try to mend it properly. Go home for now and you will be a good pianist one day."

The little girl was thoroughly disappointed. She held her head down and was about to leave. She was angry and sad.

"By the way Anya, what you played is called staccato."

"I don't care. If you don't want to continue then don't. See you the day after tomorrow." She said in a low voice. And her teacher did not bother to look up at her. "That's a bad attitude." She chuckled. "You will apologize when you come next."

Anya walked back to her home. She had started walking the distance alone from her third class. Her mother had accompanied her for the first two. It was hardly an exhaustion. The walk never took more than seventeen minutes.

Her mother received the door and as soon as Anya entered, the smell of the omlets her mother cooked for dinner filled her ecstatically. She did not tell about today's class to her mother or her sister. She silently chose to sleep all the bad feeling off, but not before introspecting herself. Soon she realised she learned something new that day. She has learnt playing staccato, though she did not know what it is. She drifted off into subconsciousness.

Another day came in the morning. She did not have a class today. This was the very first thought that has come to her as soon as she was up. The relief she felt made her jump out of the bed and prepare herself for school.

A week passed and she skipped two sessions with Yinya giving false excuses. She was glad that her teacher did not call in asking her parents about it. If she had called, she would have been informed for sure. She practised without any assistance, to an extent that was possible for her alone, without her teacher. She had bought a new digital piano the last week. It was a basic one, one that was affordable for her family. It was more than enough for the little practice the girl did.

Anya knew she had to face her teacher. She has been practising releasing the notes. She just did not know if she was released the notes or doing the staccato thing, which she did not know the spelling of.

She decided that the next day in the evening, she would show herself at the place she was learning music.
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