It's the message that got me - what if there were no music? GASP. HORROR. Life just wouldn't be worth living anymore! Speaking of not living life anymore, you should have seen the Bear and I traipsing up the motorway to get this photo. I'm surprised we didn't cause an accident.
Incidentally, when we saw the graffiti we were on our way to practice on this:
This is the baby grand I'll be taking my exam on soon. Since I only have a keyboard, I thought it would be good to practice on the real thing now and then. That's what dedication looks like, people.
Here I am, plugging away:
It's not Mozart, but it'll have to do for now.
My piano teacher, who has again had the nerve to have a life and go on vacation, told me to "practice hard" while he was gone. Well, practice hard I did. Want proof? Here's your proof:
Do you see that? No? LET ME ZOOM IN FOR YOU.
You know what that is? Blood. Mine. THAT is how hard I was practicing - until my fingers bled. Literally.
Not really sure how it happened, but my thumb started to bleed. I must have been really into my grade 2 music because I would never have known had the keyboard not suddenly turned crimson streaky red. I didn't stop practicing, though. I mean the damage was done by then and I need to practice, practice, practice!
It was a very good day and a very good practice, bloody appendage and nearly getting killed by oncoming traffic aside.
Oh and yes - I'll be sending this post to my piano teacher, rest assured. Everyone say hello.