Sammie glanced at the sheet of paper that hung on the arch of her piano. By far, this had to be the most eccentric warm up to play with its difficult rhythm and fast octave change, but she didn't give up. Sammie continued to keep working on the fingering chart, pressing the keys of the instrument downwards as she pounded her feelings into it.
Finally, after about a few hours of practicing it, she sighed exasperatedly, "Why can't I play you? Why can't I move you in sync with my feelings? Why are you acting so difficult?"
Sammie didn't get a response, but she swear she heard, "Because I love you."
sorry it's really short. ._.
