Started off with that walking exercise. C, D, E, F, G on the right hand and C, B, A, G, F on the left. Easy enough.
Then my tutor went through with me some of the previous lessons. Again, easy enough.
Then she taught me how to play with both hands. I was like "WHAT THA FCUK?!" It. Was. Freakin. Difficult! Sub-cuticular suturing was a stroll in the park compared to the torment of stumbling on the keys. And we were just playing some basic keys!!!
If it weren’t for the air-conditioning, I would’ve sweated like hell. How people read both staves and tap on the right keys at the same time is way beyond me.
Then my half-hour playing the piano was up and I did my theory lesson. Still feel like a kindergarten kid, I say. I even got a homework (which I almost finished in class. I hate homeworks!). While I was filling in the blanks and drawing notes, a girl of about 10-11 years of age came in for her session. My tutor left her to warm-up. The kid was freakin fast! Tutor came back, told her to step it up to the beat of 200, and the girl hammered away.
To tell you the truth, I was seething inside. If my skin were not tanned, I’d be green with envy.
Maybe one year from now I’ll read back this entry and laugh myself silly. Provided my piano skills have improved by then.
Hah! Wait till I buy myself a brand new piano. I bet the little girl has to depend on her mommy to do that! Hah!
Down, boy!
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