When I was young, I spent many hours playing the upright piano in the corner of my parents’ living room. I prepared for recitals, memorized pieces for competitions, and forced myself through scales and exercises. At some point, my mom told me I could have their piano once I had my own place to live.
I went off to college in a neighboring state, and then to the west coast, and sometime after I moved abroad I finally had to accept that their piano would never be mine. I gave my blessing when my parents gave the piano to a friend, and somewhere in the back of my head I started thinking about looking for another piano.
As it turned out, my husband did quite a bit of research into keyboards and digital pianos, without even hinting about it to me. So when a digital piano landed on our doorstep, just in time for my birthday, I was completely surprised. And after we set it up in the living room, and I sat down to play, I was overjoyed. Thank goodness I carried my music with me from country to country.
I pulled out that music, sat at the keys, and as I played my fingers tapped into their muscle memory. If you don’t hear from me, it’s probably because my computer’s keyboard isn’t as appealing as this one!
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