The Pianist.

I just realized that our motley blogging trio, me, Strawberry, and Violet, each have a core talent that makes us uniquely, well, us! Violet has her artistic abilities, Strawberry is this incredible writer, and mine would be music, I guess. I didn't realize it until now; I thought that Violet and Strawberry were the only talented ones in this bunch. Now, I have something to be proud about! I taught myself how to play the piano, without a teacher and without lessons (except those three I had when I was seven which taught me where to place my fingers on the keys), I just bought a book of the hardest music I could find and looked at it and knew! I can play it all! I'm not hopeless!
It occured to me now, because I put my mom to sleep. My mom has been pretty stressed out lately, and she was at the computer, buut then decided to come downstairs to the living room and take a nap. I was doing my daily practice at the piano when she came down, and when I saw that she intended to sleep on the couch, I almost turned off the piano. Then I thought that maybe I could do something. You can tell when she's stressed because she sleeps on the couch during the afternoon, and when she's asleep, her face is twisted into a worried grimace. So I continued the song I was playing, but changed a few notes until I morphed into my favorite song, Clair De Lune. Yes, the one from Twilight. No, not Bella's lullaby, the other one. I played it softly, and it was 6 pages, so it took a good ten minutes or so, especially since I was playing it more slowly then usual. When I was on the final notes, my mom heaved a great sigh in her sleep, and after the final chord, I got up slowly and peeked over the couch at my mom. Her face was smooth, and almost happy. Almost. But then again, my mom isn't a very happy person in general. My dog was passed out by the front door, sleeping just as peacefully. My mom doesn't support my piano playing at all; in fact, she somewhat dislikes it. But at least I gave her a few moments of peace with the piano. At least she tolerates it more than when I play the clarinet.
I don't expect anyone to ead this (if you did, good for you!), but it just put me in a good mood. A bloggy mood. So...yeah.