The Pianist
Last Sunday, Kyo, Kamille and I went to Holy Spirit Church to hear mass. Being the "early" risers that we are, there wasn’t any seat left by the time we got there. It would have been ok to stand up the entire time if I wasn’t 8 months pregnant. There were about 5 pews reserved for choir members behind the pianist that were unoccupied since there was no choir singing at the 11:00 a.m. mass except for one male singer. So we decided to just go ahead and sit there. Owan and I call Kamille "goody two-shoes". Once we were seated she wanted to get up and go because she saw the sign saying "Reserved for choir members". Baka daw kami mapagalitan kasi hindi naman kami choir and yet we were sitting there. Somehow I felt embarassed. Imagine, a 5 year old kid telling an adult that what we had done wasn’t right. Anway, back to the Pianist….
It’s a different kind of feeling when you see and hear a pianist up close. You feel like joining in the singing even if you really don’t have the voice for it. Or maybe it’s just me since I’m a frustrated painist. My parents had bought my older brother a piano when he was about 5 or 6 years old. I remember seeing a picture of him during his piano recital. He really was musically inclined. He had formal piano lessons and later on in life he would just listen to a song and he could play it even without looking at the chords or notes. He even learned to play the guitar all by himself.
I was about 6 years old when I had my first piano lesson during summer break. That was about it until I got to high school. I didn’t want to attend the Music class so I just opted to enroll in piano lessons again. I was relentless. But I guess it wasn’t really for me. The only piece I’ve memorized was Somewhere In Time. This has been a long standing joke between me and Kyo. I remember one time when he visited me at home and I played this piece for him. He thought that I really knew how to play the piano. I did but I only knew one song. Hehehe! Kaya pala napasagot ko siya! Kala niya I would be playing for him every time. So now I just try to be content on listening to piano music by Jim Brickman, Jim Chappell and John Tesh. Maybe I’ll just buy the book How to Play the Piano Despite Years of Lessons. It’s not too late to learn an instrument. Or is it?
