Waiting was something I hated to my core. I was ready. Just get it done with now. Sitting and waiting for your death call wasn't a very appealing situation to be in. My room felt absurdly stifling and so unable to hold it anymore, I scampered downstairs. Maybe I should take a walk or something? However, the moment my eyes landed on the piano, I changed my mind. Guess, piano lessons have to wait until my next life if I get one, that is. But still, I could play one last time, can't I? Flopping down on the polished dark wood bench, I removed the lid and ran my hand through the keys, the familiar excitement pulsating through me.
"You already play so beautifully, you can definitely brush up on your skills. A professional tutor can help you with that. In fact, you can study music. Once you bec
