"Come in! It's so good to see you again."
She seems so excited that I'm here, but I just want to keep playing outside with my friends. It's not that I don't want to learn, but I just have so much trouble practicing. And we all know, practice makes perfect.
"Actually, perfect practice makes perfect. And please sit up straight dear."
Back straight, fingers in place. Pray there aren't any curve balls today. Just try your best. There are so many distractions here. You never know when a cat will jump up on the piano or weave between your leg and the bench. And why does it smell so musky? Focus.
"Let's take a break here. Would you like some cookies?"
Um...yes. But, no. I would love some cookies, but not the kind you have. Too late.
"Ok. Let's try something new today. Your dad will enjoy hearing you practice a new song."
Ugh. There it is again - practice. I hate practicing. I have to go to the bathroom. Yes, an escape. And maybe even a way to get rid of these cookies.
"Looks like we are out of time for today!"
Finally. I'm free to roam and play. An hour all couped up inside is way too long on this beautiful day. I wonder if she'll notice the cookies when she takes out the trash. Hmph.
Andrea :)
Haha, I love this, Andrea! I remember that feeling all too well - having to do something when all I can think of is how long I'll have to "suffer" before I can escape. Do you still play? :) Thanks so much for linking up with us!
ReplyDeleteBeen there. Done that! I guess practice does make perfect, because I still can't play. ;)
ReplyDeleteAwesome! Did you enjoy writing fiction this time? Or was this autobiographical?
ReplyDeleteI'm still like this. Haha. I'd rather be having fun than doing anything else. Sadly, I'm easily influenced to "play" rather than do what I'm supposed to be doing. "Oh, you want to gossip over wine? Sure! That big pile of laundry will be there tomorrow." :)