You're basically tiny when you first plunk some discordant notes on the piano, but your dad is so, so proud of you anyway for taking your first steps into the world of music. It had been your nanna's piano, and she played quite well. Then she taught your dad, who carried on her lessons in his heart, and now he's quite willing to teach you, if you want to learn. It could be like a family legacy.
You do, in fact, want to learn, even though you don't have the reach for it (your fingers are like short, sticky sausages, like most kids your age). You don't know why. It just feels right. You practice together at first, your dad infinitely patient and technically perfect in execution, you... enthusiastic, at least.
You take to it like a fish to water, though, and it doesn't take long until you just practice on your own. And little by little, you improve. Eventually, you can make a song come out that actually sounds like a song. It feels natural.
If you thought about it hard enough, you'd say that in some weird way, it feels cosmically right, like some higher purpose is being fulfilled. But you don't think about it that hard.
1. Piano
You do, in fact, want to learn, even though you don't have the reach for it (your fingers are like short, sticky sausages, like most kids your age). You don't know why. It just feels right. You practice together at first, your dad infinitely patient and technically perfect in execution, you... enthusiastic, at least.
You take to it like a fish to water, though, and it doesn't take long until you just practice on your own. And little by little, you improve. Eventually, you can make a song come out that actually sounds like a song. It feels natural.
If you thought about it hard enough, you'd say that in some weird way, it feels cosmically right, like some higher purpose is being fulfilled. But you don't think about it that hard.