Ever since I can remember, I've always
wanted to play the piano. However, in
order to learn, you have to own one to
practice on. Unfortunately, we couldn't
afford to buy a piano, so all my hopes
and dreams were gone. Whenever I
heard someone play, I'd listen intently.
In my mind, I'd make believe that
someone, was me. Every opportunity,
I'd listen to recordings featuring piano
solos. I'd sit back, relax, close my eyes
and slowly drift away. I'll never give up
hope to own a piano. If and when I do,
it would be a dream come true. Do you
think, you'd like to hear me, play?
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