When I was little, we would sometimes go for a walk to visit someone Mom knew who had a piano. This was fascinating to me. If ever I pressed 2 keys, Mom would call from the other room, “QUIT BANGING ON THE PIANO!” Their girl, a bit older, knew how to play. One time, she said, “let’s do an experiment.” She had me hit keys one at a time very hard, then two together very softly. “QUIT BANGING ON THE PIANO!” So we went back to one at a time, softer this time. Then she showed me a couple cords. “Press this one, this one, and this one softly.” “QUIT BANGING ON THE PIANO!” She laughed. “Ok. One more test.” She sat on the bench next to me and started playing a beautiful song. “QUIT BANGING ON THE PIANO!”
When I was little, we would sometimes go for a walk to visit someone Mom knew who had a piano. This was fascinating to me. If ever I pressed 2 keys, Mom would call from the other room, “QUIT BANGING ON THE PIANO!” Their girl, a bit older, knew how to play. One time, she said, “let’s do an experiment.” She had me hit keys one at a time very hard, then two together very softly. “QUIT BANGING ON THE PIANO!” So we went back to one at a time, softer this time. Then she showed me a couple cords. “Press this one, this one, and this one softly.” “QUIT BANGING ON THE PIANO!” She laughed. “Ok. One more test.” She sat on the bench next to me and started playing a beautiful song. “QUIT BANGING ON THE PIANO!”