I was walking down the hallway, when I noticed a door with the label “Instruments” my fascination had peaked, and so I entered. It was very dark, nothing but tiny specks of white coming from what vaguely looked like other instruments which were reflecting off of the rooms only light source. Within the middle, there was a single spotlight hanging over a piano, but it wasn’t like the piano the daycare had, it was a lot bigger, inside of a black wooden frame, and a large piece of wood being suspended on its side. I pressed on the small chair that rested in front and grazed my hand across the keys, as my fingers slowly caressed the keys, each key making a tiny bump as the weight from my fingers left it, the feeling felt oddly pleasant. Then as if my body had been waiting for this moment, it began moving for me, I settled myself on the little chair, twiddled my fingers, then I began to play
I had no idea what I was playing, as of matter of fact I didn’t even know I could play the piano, in fact I couldn’t, everytime I was awake I’d give the little piano a try, and everytime I would mess it up. Keys were always off tune and very offbeat and I would never have enough time to practice as dad always had me doing task for him, “Put this inside the power box” or “Plus this chip in the back of my head” I rarely had time to myself. But despite all that time, the notes were just pouring out of my head and into my fingers, every note was perfectly tuned, and most importantly it was creating this feeling, something that was similar to the feeling of grazing the piano I was playing at this very moment, but it was greater, more powerful, as if my very soul was awaiting for something like this. My mind began to fade the room disappearing entirely as my fingers merged into the keys, the light had fizzled out yet my hands continued playing perfectly, as if I could see the musical sheet dancing within my chest. For the first time, I had begun to feel… peace
