Apart from wishing I was a techno genius, I have always wanted to be able to play the piano.
My father, bless him, who I never got meet thanks to WW2, could play like an angel, I have been told. He could also cut a mad rug, and I have this mental picture of a khaki clad soldier thumping away on a piano, his big army boots smacking out the rhythm…
In my heart, I can play like my dad. I can actually feel it. Over the years, many people have tried to teach me. I can read music and pick out a tune with my right hand, but to me, it’s not good enough… I want to be concert pianist brilliant…
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