By: Emily Lam
I nervously reach the leather seat.
My fingers tremble above the white and black keys.
Without further thought, I brought myself to play.
My fingers swiftly run across the piano,
in accordance of each note in my music sheets.
From flats, sharps, and naturals,
I gradually play at roaring volumes.
The cool, cold pedals enhance the sound,
while I occasionally check my pace.
I make a mistake,
and desperately attempt to continue playing.
My body gets much tenser,
and my fingers feel like a doll’s.
I end the song carefully,
then I slowly stand up to bow.