We are getting a piano.
I'm not entirely sure why.
All I know is that in grade six, I wrote a story about a piano.
The piano made a man go insane.
He killed himself.
And my mother is making me take lessons.
Well...okay, she is teaching me.
I do want to learn.
But my mother is, in fact, a Nazi.
I asked why she wanted to teach me piano.
She said "Because my parents taught me to play piano."
"So, it's like a legacy, then, isn't it, Mom?"
"Yes.
And I want revenge!"
Naturally, that scared me a good deal.
But it will be nice to have some musical talent.
Apart from choir.
Ms. Strome.
Now she's a NAZI.