My story with Piano

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)