Have you ever heard that quote that life is like a piano’s keys?
Life is like a piano. White keys are happiness and black are sadness. While going through life remember the black keys make music.
Yes, I know inspirational right, but I know a person who played the piano like the actual thing, but he didn’t like this quote; he hated it because it seemed like his life was only made of black keys. He was never good enough for his parents; he could never live up to his older brother and the piano who the hell wants to play that godforsaken instrument.
But he likes it and was ridiculed for it. That guy was... me. Bet some of you had figured that out already. When people hear this, they tend to pity me and feel sorry for me. People tend to believe ‘Oh he’s just a misunderstood musician’ and so too those people, I am not a misunderstood musician. I am just hated. It’s as simple as that. I don’t want any of that pity shit from you, you hear. I’m telling you my story because I know you won’t pull that kind of shit with me, and really, I just want someone to vent to.
Good. Now with that out of the way, where do we start? Oh, I know, when I meet her girl who didn’t know me, and this is a big part because come on who doesn’t know me.
I’m John Peters for god sake. The ‘misunderstood musician’. So, we’re starting from there. We’re going to skip the tragic back story and all that depressing stuff. But who am I kidding, we both know that you’ll hear about my other issues later. Now that I have taken up enough time on myself let’s get this story started.
October. It the month of many different things, like, Halloween, that time when you get new clothes because the place feels like frost bit you in the ass. But for me it was the month my life changed, and not in the way I wanted.
October that was the month I met her. The month I’d always remember the day she came into my life. Emily Spring. Funny isn’t her name. Spring and yet it was the season of autumn she made the most impact. Something else happens in this month but I’ll leave that for later. So, I was on my way home to be ridiculed by my parents after piano class, and no I know what you’re thinking I’m not a student there, come on a hated world-renowned piano player like myself still a student stop kidding yourself. I was teaching. Crazy I know. A famous person myself but I liked seeing the little kids eyes light up when class began and when I would play for them. Okay, I’m getting off topic.
It all started on a Tuesday, I was walking out the gates when I saw her. She was across the street by the playground. Now, this confused me to no end a young woman in her early twenties or what I assume was her early twenties, was in an elementary school playground. At first, I thought she was waiting for a child but as the children had gone home by this time I quickly cancelled that option out. Another thing is that she was sitting on the swing crying. I know you’re thinking already. He was a great, brave and valiant young man so we went over to the crying girl. He then proceeded to swipe her off her feet, take her home and then they fall madly in love.
Well that not what happened. The first thought in my head was, ‘Now why the hell should I help her?’ Yes, I know I’m an ass but that the times I didn’t know she would be important to me. So, you know what I did I changed my mind and decided to be a good person, so I walked around the road and I comforted her like any good person would because I knew that it was the right thing to do.
Like hell, I’d do that. Nope, I just turned around walked over to my car and drove away happily not even looking back. I’m an asshole and I’m proud. Hey, don’t judge me this is my story goddamnit you can’t judge me. Plus, I never said that I was a good person, now did I? Alright so this routine went on for a couple of days I think. I would go to the school to assist in teaching and then begin to walk over to my car see her sitting, cry then hop into my car and drive the hell away. Not even glancing back at her.