Ivy, you don’t know how mediocre my skills are compared to Eugene. I was shamed terribly at mass yesterday when they conned me into playing the piano for the hymns. At the end of it, Eugene played my pathetic version (with roughly 30% wrong notes and so soft it [apparently] couldn’t be heard) and then he played his version. Appegios that rolled up the piano, improvised counter melodies (melodies that are part of the harmony, that are played simultaneously and compliment the original tune) and complexed tremolas, syncopated between his hands.
I walked out of the church and nearly cried. I’ll never be anywhere as good as he is. I will always be the brother of the master pianist, who tried to took lessons once, himself.
I don’t want to go back to church, and I don’t want to play the piano. Yes. I am an emo.