George Winston And My Piano Lesson

piano2222-e1432142923441-1024x728It’s ridiculous how nervous I was. It had been at least twenty years since I’d even touched a piano. It made the eight years of lessons and then some seem insignificant; the Excellent certificate I’d earned at a recital meaningless.

I arrived approximately 20 minutes early for the lesson, at Expressions Music Academy, smoking a cigarette of course. If I could have smoked two at a time, I would have done so. Then, since I was parked in front of a window, I became very self-conscious about the fact I was parked in front of a window, promptly put out the cigarette, and began to chew on my fingernails instead. I’m not even kidding.

At precisely 3:00 I went in, clutching my music, to introduce myself and say that I had an appointment with Vanessa when, lo and behold, Vanessa piped up behind me and introduced herself! She’s a very peppy Chinese woman (from China–very interesting story, she studied piano in Beijing!). We went into a room with a piano, thank God, where I told her I was terrified (my exact words), and how long it had been, that I wanted to learn two pieces for  my mom’s 88th birthday on Oct. 17th. I don’t think I took a breath I was so anxious. She laughed and smiled and said she thought it was a wonderful present.

Then she wanted to take a look at the pieces, and after looking closely at the pieces, we decided it would be better to do just one (it was a longer piece, but easier, and really a lot prettier), that way I can focus and not be so scared and scattered. We chose Joy by George Winston.

The bad problem came when went to pay. See, I don’t have a credit card, or a checking account. I pay for everything with cash. I pay rent to my mom with cash, and if I need a check, I give her money, and she writes me a check. The office wouldn’t take my cash for two lessons in advance! I was like, “Okay, so you’re telling me I have $120.00 right here right now that you won’t take because you have some hang up about cash?!” They have you pay through your bank accounts or something which I totally don’t trust.

Eventually they took my money, but it’s the only time they will do that. Maybe if I need more lessons and I give my mom the money, they’ll accept her checks?

Baaaaaah!

Arrivederci my friends!

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