In the WILK at BYU (Wilkinson Student Center) there is a wall. Against that wall stands a piano. Upon that piano lay fancy fingers of talent. My first day at BYU, I thought it was really weird to have a random piano in the school "cafeteria" and thought it was even weirder that people actually want to sit and play it in public (piano performance in front of others might be my biggest fear in the world). That's BYU though. It's cool I guess to have dramatic LOTR music in the background on my way to take a test; it's rather appropriate, actually. I'm not mocking. Only the truly talented and fearless do this and that's admirable.
I started playing the piano when I was 8. I think my sister Bethany was taking lessons and one day she was sick or something so I went to her lesson for her. (What? IDK) Anyway, that was that. I played for about 10 years...whenever I could find a teacher I liked. I was picky, but I learned from some really amazing women (namely Deanna Beams and Nicole Scarbrough). At BYU, though, this is the story for 99.9% of the student population and needless to say, I wasn't about to practice drills and "amateur" songs on the public pianos. It's been three years now since I've played and today I realized that music isn't the same to me anymore. That makes me sad. I really miss playing and I miss being a part of creating music. It's a really cool feeling. It's definitely one of the only beautiful things I could create. I'm not throwing a pity-party, I'm just saying I miss it. AND, if anyone has a spare piano in Utah that they want to give me, I have space in my apartment. Just saying ;-)
