From a very young age, I wanted to learn to play the piano. My parents obviously understood this and enrolled me in the local music school. I was overjoyed when this happened. I spent a total of 9 years there. I graduated 5 years ago. The last year was hard for me, I almost dropped out. I was totally burned out at that point. The only reason I didn't is because I didn't want those 9 years of my life to be completely wasted. Also because I still enjoyed choir and vocal ensemble.

When I graduated, I hadn't touched my piano in over a year. The mere sight of it annoyed me. Yes, the burnout was THAT bad. And then I happened to remember that I now had the ability to play whatever I wanted. I started looking for piano sheet music for my favorite bands' songs and game OSTs. I have so many folders of printed piano sheets. 10 or more. I even recorded my playing for my friend once as a birthday present, because we had a band we both liked, and I just happened to stumble upon the sheet music for their songs. It probably sucked. No, it definitely sucked. But she said she liked it. Maybe she said that to make me feel better, I don't know, haha. But if she actually liked my playing...that's sweet, thanks. Hi by the way. I know you might be reading this since I gave you a link to my Neocities. I love you ;]

Anyway, the spark burned in me for several months. Although sometimes it was quite difficult because some of the keys didn't work and the piano itself was in the living room. I found that the older I got, the harder it was for me to play with other people around. And playing the piano was kind of intimate for me. I hated it when my parents asked me to play something for our guests. And...then we sold the piano because we were getting ready to move. But I got a synthesizer instead! It's a Casio something something. I can't remember the name of the model I have, sorry.

But when we moved it got harder and harder to find time to play the piano. School and then university, non-educational stuff and just no desire for it. I started playing piano maybe a couple of times every two or three months on weekends. And then there's a whole thing with a broken bone in my left palm, which definitely limited my ability to play. I haven't touched my synth since October or early November of '22 until two weeks ago (that's April of '23). It was nice. I missed it. But I can't deny the fact that my skills have definitely deteriorated in those 5 years. I mean, I can still play piano and read music, but my skills are definitely not what they used to be. It's a shame. I need to practice more.