The smell of baked apples fills the air as I light my half burnt incense. My hands hover over my 28-key piano searching for the perfect chord to show my current mood. My right hand fell, playing an E. Hmm, letting two more fingers fall, a sadder tone erupts from the piano speaker, an E Minor. The keys pressed down together sends a tingly feeling down my spine and through my red chair. I was hooked, my left hand was begging for it’s turn to get a reaction out of me. Knowing the first chord brought sadness, the left knew it had to come with it. This hand seemed to have a mind of its own, pressing three keys then 4 causing my legs to vibrate. My mind isn’t advanced enough to comprehend what was happening, but I didn’t want it to end. So I sent my right hand in to calm down the situation but it failed. The beautiful melancholy music being played from this small piano turned my eyes into a faucet shooting out tears….
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