Author Message
I want to start this story off by letting you all know that this is a vent story. I started writing this a few days ago and decided that it would be a bit melancholy, and it was going to be sad, but it would get warm, too.
I am a pianist. When I was little, it was my dream to be a classical pianist who traveled the world and played for many people. I wanted to play it all. I love classical piano so much. It brings me such a joy that is so hard to describe unless you don't play an instrument yourself.
As I got older, and I stopped growing, I realized I'd be limited in a lot of the pieces I would be able to play. And then I developed this chronic pain. I've had it for so long, but I still don't have a diagnosis. I am praying for one, at this point. But it hurts to play, sometimes. All of my joints hurt so much, trying to stretch my fingers, it physically pains me to play and do what I most enjoy in life.
You will see that the MC is a very dull woman. Like she's nothing without her music. MC is based a lot on me, and I hope that's not too selfish, but I couldn't help it when I started writing. This was meant to express my anger but also comfort me, and I hope it manages to comfort you as well! Please try not to get too sad when reading. Thank you!
Eislyn
P.S. I am still on a hiatus atm, but I promise updates will come, albeit slowly. Hang in there! Don't forget to leave comments and kudos, because seeing when others enjoy my work brings me great joy. <3