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.