The Minds We Call Human

Prologue

11 years ago

"Daddy, what's this?" I said, looking at the weird box with L- shaped legs.

"Well, it's a piano, pretzel," The large man I call my father said.

"Dad....I told you not to call me that!"

He chuckled.

"What's a p-pi-"

"Piano, it's something you can play music on,"

I looked at the the piano with interest, my eyes instantly lighting up.I walk over to it and poke it gently. "Dad, it's not making any sound!"

He smiled warmly at me and walked over, lift me up and sat me on the piano seat.He adjusted the seat so that I was eye level to the plank of wood sticking up on top of the big rectangle that held smaller, black and white rectangles.

"Look Pretzel, you have to press these,"
He pressed one of the smaller, white rectangles, and it made a sound." They're called keys, and they make notes."

"Oh," I pressed one of the white keys and a note followed. I pressed another key, and the two notes reminded me of a song that Dad would sing to me.

"Twinkle twinkle little star,
How I wonder what you are,
Up above the world so high,
Like a diamond in the sky."
I sang quietly to myself.
Dad stood up from the seat and walked to the side of the piano, inspecting it.

I press the key that I first played twice, then the second key twice, then the one above it, then the second again. Yeah! It sounded a lot like the lullaby.
I started over again this time singing as a played.
"Twinkle twinkle little star,"
As I got to the end of the phrase I have just learned, my fingers started to move on their own, and created the rest of the melody. I sang the words softly along with the notes.
"How I wonder what you are,"

I end the song and look up to see my father gaping at me, eyes wide, and mouth open.I also saw a few other people look at me with curious eyes, I look passed them and through the store window. It was starting to get dark.

I turn around and look back at my father and watched as he suddenly walked over to a woman, spoke briefly with her, and pointed in my direction. The two walked back to the piano I was sitting at.
The woman smiled brightly at me, and asked, " Have you ever played the piano before?"

I shook my head. Her smile brightens even more.

"This one, I want this one," My father said, smiling.

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(A/n)- And Bam, a start of another awful story I came up with.Thanks anyways for reading, though if you decide to read on, be warned, I don't have an update schedule.

Published- 5.18.19