Music has been my life from such a young age, and I could hardly imagine a life not being totally immersed in it. I can't stand silence, although I'm not much of a talker. I have to be listening to something. Myself singing, music on my Ipod, people talking. My favourite sound is the first few notes being played on a piano, usually slow and tentative, to see how she's feeling. It's beauty stretching its limbs and shaking itself to waking. The music is as fluid as water I begin to play. Before I realise it, the piece is over, and I'm turning to my Uncle Lance. I know it's obvious how desperate for approval I am, my eyes are as large as saucers. He gives it with a rare smile and a nod.
"Well done, Jak. You're improving by the day. Just remember to keep some control over your posture and you'll be fantastic." I smile back, sighing with relief. Grabbing my bag and making my thank-you's I make a quick getaway, hoping to leave before she turns up. No such luck.
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