Esta lloviendo por yo digo// It rain cuz I say so
what doesnt kill you makes you stronger
there are tears that fall because of sadness,
there are tears that fall because of happyness, but
the tears that fall without reason,
those are the tears that make us feel ligther
y que demonios? ni idea RLY. Estaba viendo por ahi unos mails que escribi por ahi a Bryon. Siempre ponia quotes robados de fanfics o cosas asi. Lei el contnido. No mejora mi humor mucho tiempo pensando eso pasa. No es bueno. En especial porque mire el piano y pense en el drabble que escribi. Lol lo iba postear en vez de esto pero esta en ingles y todo. Y mal escrito necesita betear y no me conecto al yahoo msn para decirle a Armor que me lo bete ni para hablar con Bry y que me diga que esta bien y todo. Y se que los estoy evitando y todo porque nada me para pero bleh obligaciones escusas y todo. Les tiro el Drabble son solo un monton de cosas que pasaron como todo.
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And what the heck? no idea RLY. I was just checkin aroun some ole mails I wrote to Bryon some time ago. I used to put quotes stollen from fanfics or things like that. I ended reading all . It didnt do anything better to my moo. No good at all. Especiallu cuz I put a look upon the piano and all. and I was just thinking in putting that drabble here. It need to be Beta readed and all I should ask armor but I have not connected in the yahoo for a while so it wont do. I need to talk/write to Bry also. Any way I throw you the drable. Just a bunch of things that happened.
Tittle: the piano
Autor: meia_krane
Type: Drabble
Warnings: needs beta reading (imouto-chan please?)
when I was little i wanted to play the piano, so one day Iwent over my papa, I told him. I want to play the piano, so let me have piano lessons. after much discussion he said yes. I was happy.
The situation requiered us to buy a piano. I told him I'll play it every day. he smiled. We bought a piano. we lived by tehn on a aparted it was big enought for a piano to fit in. so there was no problem,
So I wnt to my clases when I had to and practiced at least one day a week. I liekd very much to play the piano. It was me and the piano. cuz even tough the piano was on the living room of our apartment evreyone was on their rooms and I felt unseen.
it was so nice, letting my fingres dance over the piano board. Sometimes even I'd play for papa or granny. By that time I played the piano every day. even when my father was rigth behind me studyin. we were both making the best of our efforts.
After sometime one year after I'd started my lessons we moved to a house. The piano moved with us of cousre. That year we had many visitors and had me playing the piano many times. However I never really liked playing the piano on public.
I went nervous, I couldn make any armony and eventually my fingers would miss step on the kyeboard. The piano now was on the family room sorrouded by all the roooms facing the starirs. It was duch an open place.
If elt wacthed pbserved,. I couldn practice in a place like that. because it wasnt the piano and me. I didnt want to be heard. so I stopped practicing
Of course I countuned my classes. after all I'd say i'd play it . So I wnt. now my teachers house was a tad mor far so i'd walk more. before I'l just had to walk to blokc and cross the street at that time I just had to walk around four block and be at my teachers house.
It beacme a burden I becaem resilent. there we time when I wouldnt go to class. I wasnt making any sort of advance either. I wouldnt practices too.
the year following I was a junior schoool started owerhelming evreyone. and at the firts chance I got I stopped going to my lessons. they ended. the piano was abandoned on the family roon. no one able to play it but me
that all happened about over four years ago. I stoppes officialy at 14 soon I'll be 18. Today father said we'd to cover the piano cuz if not it'll get scrathces and it was epensive. Mother just comemted it'd be good if i ever touched th e keyboard
Now that yu have nothing to do you could practice and hour or two. I said Aye, mon. the evryboduy went our and after some time when it got dark I oreganized some old things. then I saw the piano. on my curiosity I opened, it was disconected so it dint make any noise
I felt tempeted to play again so i connected it and truned it on. I couldn just rember the very first tunes i struggled to play.after so much time...
It felt reliving. dancing finger overe a muscial dance floor. I even searched the books as I couldn recall well the songs. and played then I was getting confortable doing so
it really felt good. But then some rang the bells. mother was home. so put all in the place and opened the door. somehow I now thta next afternoon i'll play the piano again when nobody is home.
there are tears that fall because of sadness,
there are tears that fall because of happyness, but
the tears that fall without reason,
those are the tears that make us feel ligther
y que demonios? ni idea RLY. Estaba viendo por ahi unos mails que escribi por ahi a Bryon. Siempre ponia quotes robados de fanfics o cosas asi. Lei el contnido. No mejora mi humor mucho tiempo pensando eso pasa. No es bueno. En especial porque mire el piano y pense en el drabble que escribi. Lol lo iba postear en vez de esto pero esta en ingles y todo. Y mal escrito necesita betear y no me conecto al yahoo msn para decirle a Armor que me lo bete ni para hablar con Bry y que me diga que esta bien y todo. Y se que los estoy evitando y todo porque nada me para pero bleh obligaciones escusas y todo. Les tiro el Drabble son solo un monton de cosas que pasaron como todo.
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And what the heck? no idea RLY. I was just checkin aroun some ole mails I wrote to Bryon some time ago. I used to put quotes stollen from fanfics or things like that. I ended reading all . It didnt do anything better to my moo. No good at all. Especiallu cuz I put a look upon the piano and all. and I was just thinking in putting that drabble here. It need to be Beta readed and all I should ask armor but I have not connected in the yahoo for a while so it wont do. I need to talk/write to Bry also. Any way I throw you the drable. Just a bunch of things that happened.
Tittle: the piano
Autor: meia_krane
Type: Drabble
Warnings: needs beta reading (imouto-chan please?)
when I was little i wanted to play the piano, so one day Iwent over my papa, I told him. I want to play the piano, so let me have piano lessons. after much discussion he said yes. I was happy.
The situation requiered us to buy a piano. I told him I'll play it every day. he smiled. We bought a piano. we lived by tehn on a aparted it was big enought for a piano to fit in. so there was no problem,
So I wnt to my clases when I had to and practiced at least one day a week. I liekd very much to play the piano. It was me and the piano. cuz even tough the piano was on the living room of our apartment evreyone was on their rooms and I felt unseen.
it was so nice, letting my fingres dance over the piano board. Sometimes even I'd play for papa or granny. By that time I played the piano every day. even when my father was rigth behind me studyin. we were both making the best of our efforts.
After sometime one year after I'd started my lessons we moved to a house. The piano moved with us of cousre. That year we had many visitors and had me playing the piano many times. However I never really liked playing the piano on public.
I went nervous, I couldn make any armony and eventually my fingers would miss step on the kyeboard. The piano now was on the family room sorrouded by all the roooms facing the starirs. It was duch an open place.
If elt wacthed pbserved,. I couldn practice in a place like that. because it wasnt the piano and me. I didnt want to be heard. so I stopped practicing
Of course I countuned my classes. after all I'd say i'd play it . So I wnt. now my teachers house was a tad mor far so i'd walk more. before I'l just had to walk to blokc and cross the street at that time I just had to walk around four block and be at my teachers house.
It beacme a burden I becaem resilent. there we time when I wouldnt go to class. I wasnt making any sort of advance either. I wouldnt practices too.
the year following I was a junior schoool started owerhelming evreyone. and at the firts chance I got I stopped going to my lessons. they ended. the piano was abandoned on the family roon. no one able to play it but me
that all happened about over four years ago. I stoppes officialy at 14 soon I'll be 18. Today father said we'd to cover the piano cuz if not it'll get scrathces and it was epensive. Mother just comemted it'd be good if i ever touched th e keyboard
Now that yu have nothing to do you could practice and hour or two. I said Aye, mon. the evryboduy went our and after some time when it got dark I oreganized some old things. then I saw the piano. on my curiosity I opened, it was disconected so it dint make any noise
I felt tempeted to play again so i connected it and truned it on. I couldn just rember the very first tunes i struggled to play.after so much time...
It felt reliving. dancing finger overe a muscial dance floor. I even searched the books as I couldn recall well the songs. and played then I was getting confortable doing so
it really felt good. But then some rang the bells. mother was home. so put all in the place and opened the door. somehow I now thta next afternoon i'll play the piano again when nobody is home.