Do Re Mi
Stevie Wonder could do it. So could Ray Charles. Shitloads of people could play the piano and Pamela already knew a little about the guitar. How hard could it be for a blind chick?
Harder than she thought. Pamela sits at the piano inthe rec room and lays her fingers on the keys. One sour note after another makes her cringe, but eventually she gets it. She finds middle C, which is a good thing. It doesn't improve the unrecognizable tune but it at least sounds decent. She runs though the scales until her fingers ache, only slipping once in a while.
"Doe, a deer, a female deer," she sings slowly, figuring out the single notes to go along with it. It's slow, almost painfully so, but she's determined. She's bored and she needs something to do besides Walt and now that getting sloshed doesn't fill up her days and nights, clunking along on the piano is good enough. It's betterthan reading the shitty romance novels the bookshelf has been giving her. Harlequin is a waste of Braille, she thinks. Now if she could just get some sheet music she could read...
"Tea, a drink with jam and bread..."
Harder than she thought. Pamela sits at the piano inthe rec room and lays her fingers on the keys. One sour note after another makes her cringe, but eventually she gets it. She finds middle C, which is a good thing. It doesn't improve the unrecognizable tune but it at least sounds decent. She runs though the scales until her fingers ache, only slipping once in a while.
"Doe, a deer, a female deer," she sings slowly, figuring out the single notes to go along with it. It's slow, almost painfully so, but she's determined. She's bored and she needs something to do besides Walt and now that getting sloshed doesn't fill up her days and nights, clunking along on the piano is good enough. It's betterthan reading the shitty romance novels the bookshelf has been giving her. Harlequin is a waste of Braille, she thinks. Now if she could just get some sheet music she could read...
"Tea, a drink with jam and bread..."