I'm sitting in a chair at my piano teachers house . I'm waiting for my time to play . I arrived early as usual , i always like to be on time . There's an old man playing ''besame moucho''. He plays with difficulty and slowly which reminds me of myself when i first started to play.
It's funny how amazing music can make you feel . It's a different world , a strange connection to a magical place . It also reminds me of an incident that occur a few days ago.I was in the bus and a lady probably in her 50s was sitting across from me . She was staring outside the window and when we passed throught a big building which seemed to me like a corporation,she started to smile widely which made me question what crossed her mind at that moment . What ever it was,for a strange reason,it made me think about music.
One year ago it was my first piano lesson ever with the person who changed me completly . She is by far the best teacher i ever had . Typically me , being nervous for my piano exams next saturday , i panicked and she said the most beautiful things about my progression that i've ever heard . Music is my life . I play for a total of 3 and a half years in particular 1 year with a teacher . And i managed to be ready for a diploma. I feel so proud about myself and i believe in me for the first time . I know that i usually write posts about other stuff but i just wanted to post this one . To remember this specific day and how happy i feel and proud about myself . And even though people can't understand my craze about music , i'm overflowing with hapiness . My hero, my savior,my whole life, my everything, the one thing i know for fact it won't betray me and it'll always be here to ease the pain.
