My Story with Piano – a Match into the Tank

I clearly remember, I was two weeks before my 32nd birthday when I knew that my wife was trying to hide something from me. That day was Saturday, and I was home. We were eating breakfast as I saw bright sparks in her eyes. She was exited to tell me something but in the same time she was refusing to do it. Her body, her gesture was ready to reveal it, but her mind prohibited her to say it. But I knew that.

Of course, I knew that. We were with each other more than 9 years, and of course, we could read our senses, even without talking about them.

Finally, she couldn’r resist.

  • I have done a bad thing. I want €1000. Don’t ask, just say if you can provide it to me.
  • Sure, I can, but for what?
  • Just don’t ask. Can you?
  • Emmmm, that’s odd. But couldn’t you tell me please…
  • I want to do a surgery.
  • WHAT?

Eyes wide. I couldn’t digest what I had heard. Was she joking? Was there any hidden camera?

  • What?

I replied. And continued,

  • Are you sure? What surgery? Come one, don’t joke. As far as I know, you’re healthy!

I got so anxious, she could read it from my face. She immediately replied:

  • I was joking! What surgery! Who. I just wanted to see your reaction.
  • OK, now it makes sense. But…

I continued, as I wanted to urge her smoothly, talk about what I wanted to hear.

  • But I am sure, quite sure that you want to tell me something. I can read it from your face.

She waited. Probably she was trying to find a way to escape. But there was no!

  • Em, nothing, emmmm
  • Come on, tell me, it’s about some days that you are a bit mysterious. I knew that. I can smell it! Look at me! I can…
  • Ok, retreat! I want to surprise you!
  • What?

Again, eyes wide! She was quite successful to play with me. I knew that from many years we’ve lived together. She smoothly continued:

  • I want to, want to,
  • Come one baby, tell me!
  • I want to propose you in order to register in a piano course,

And I felt that she put an ignited match into the fuel tank of my soul: BOOOOOMMMM

My story with Piano – As a Piano Lover

I got a call from home. An energetic woman was behind the line:

– hey, it’s here now. It got arrived some minutes ago. But how tall it is.

– Really? Wow, is it? I can’t believe.

And in fact, I couldn’t believe. It was there, 4 hours from me. But the journey was about to begin. Soon, really soon.

It was Tuesday April 30th, when my piano arrived. And I was at work. It was around mid-day when my wife called me. She actually used to be at her lab in the university. But that day something was different. She stayed at home to deliver our parcel which was scheduled to arrive before noon. 4 nights before that, I had bought it from an online store, a Yamaha Piaggero NP-32B, a black 76-key piano.

Me, as a music listener, always had an ambitious to play by myself. Of course, listening to music was like smoothening my soul. But in the later years, I felt it was not enough. I was getting more and more thirsty. In pas I had tried to start learning to play many times, officially 2 times.

The first time happened when I was 22. In the hot summer after my graduation from bachelor I decided to learn piano. I went to a music school near my home. A polite mid-age man interviewed me. He was kind, and although I was illiterate in playing even a note, he gave me good hopes. As I was leaving his office, I could feel the ground is shaking beneath my feet. I was walking so proudly, I was repeating that moment was a pivot in my life. But it wasn’t. Some days later, I was informed that I got accepted in a university far from my hometown to continue my academic career as a master student. It happened so fast, so sweat, which made me to forget the music courses, but I never forgot the regret after that.

The second time happened when in 2015.  In the last day of 2014 I put some new year resolution to learn music. So, I bought a guitar and I started to learn by myself using internet sources. Two month later, the guitar was beneath a layer of dust in the corner of my hall. And the regret grew bigger in my soul. Music defeated me, but no, I defeated myself. I knew something was wrong. It shouldn’t be such difficult. Why could everyone play music easily, but not me? What was wrong on my side?

These questions and a dozen more were repeating in my mind every day when I heard any pieces of music, especially piano, while laying rhythm with my fingers.

And the day arrived….

(to be continued)