When I was little, I saw how my brother could play piano and guitar, and being about a decade younger, I kind of worshipped him.
I begged my mom for years for them to let me take piano lessons.
I stopped begging in middle school because I discovered videogames. (You thought I was going to say, "girls." Ha! I was a nerd.)
Then, in eighth grade, my mom found me a piano teacher.
I took piano, but wasn't as excited about it. I learned to play a few songs, and got pretty good for someone only taking two years worth of lessons, but it wasn't really my thing.
Now, for some reason, I got it in my head to want to learn to play piano again.
Thanks to the internet, you can download sheet music for free. (Just Google, "[song name] piano sheet music.") There are tons of lessons you can read and YouTube videos you can watch.
I bought a keyboard off Amazon, (it's only got like fifty-something keys, not eighty-eight, but it's good enough to practice one,) and have it set up in my basement.
Every Tuesday and Thursday, (same as lock picking and diary writing,) my phone has a reminded and an alarm telling me to practice the piano.
Sometimes I half ass it, and just run though a few scales, and I'm not throwing my whole weight behind it, but I do tend to practice about 15-20 minutes. Granted, that's only 30 minutes a week, but it's enough where I'm slowly improving. It's also an amount of time I can easily stop cleaning the basement for a minute, sit at the piano for a while, and not feel like I'm blowing off something important.
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