“Jimmie, are you ready? We don’t want to be late for your piano class,” said mother.
“I will be there shortly,” replied Jimmy as he dragged his feet.
In his mind, he was tired of piano class before it started but had no way of telling his mother who was obsessed with him learning the keys.He had done all he could to learn but all seemed so boring and mechanical.
He just had no love for the whole thing. While children younger than he was, were hitting the keys with joy by day two, he could barely make a tune by the end of the week.
“This can’t be that hard,” Miss. Twiggy had said as she tried to her best to teach him, but the piano playing was not in his bones.
So, he was not sure how today would be, but one thing was certain, he wished he was going some place else.