Monday, 28 March 2011

HATE 1: Piano exams

I hate being eight because when your eight your stuck doing things you thought was a good idea when you are seven 

Because when your SEVEN you think having piano lessons means you will soon be able to play in a big concert hall with lots of people clapping and throwing roses while you get to play any song in the world without even thinking. 


WHAT IT ACTUALLY MEANS IS 
you end up in a small room with an old lady with a clipboard having to play 
3 songs that you have played every day for a year. 

But when I went to play the first song


but i had to do something
so i started


 and i just carried on

killing the song
stab stab stab stab BLOOD BLOOD BLOOD BLOOD 
DEATH DEATH !!!!


but I had to finish the song!





The school called mum. 

And I got to go home early.

I'm giving up piano





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