Her fingers bled once again after another 10 hour straight practice
She wiped the blood off the keys and began where she left off
She was going to get this piece right if it was the last thing she did
This was her ticket out of this place
She wanted to be among people who understood her
Who appreciated the magic her hands produced
She needed to leave this town and forget ….
Tears began to flood her keys
She finally paused
With no music filling the room
And nothing but the Air conditioning humming in the background
She could feel her heart racing
What was she going to do tomorrow night if she didn’t earn her spot ?
How many more years will she feel humiliated
Was it time to give up this pipe dream ?
How stupid could she be to believe she could be a professional pianist?
All these thoughts racing through her mind
Making her feel light headed
Was the only thing she could force herself to think to block all the negative thoughts coming in all at once
She was going to step on that stage tomorrow
And she was going to play as if her life depended on it
Because at this point
She was going to play the melodies that filled her soul
She was going to let others feel what she felt when her hands touched the keys
Quitting was not an option
She sacrificed too much
She wiped the tears from her face
Smudging blood on her cheeks
she adjusted the sheet music
Sat up straighter
As if her life depended on it