my father is a musician My sister plays music as well as her father, but I'm not.

I keep telling myself that it's okay, maybe I just wasn't born for it.

My sister plays the piano at a family gathering. Everyone applauds. They turned to me and asked, Can I do it like my sister? of course I can not do And they didn't care about me at all.

A mysterious mansion invited me in a dream. There was a girl with ruffled black hair wearing the lace I'd been wanting to wear all my life. She told me to play that piano for her.

i can play I can I tell myself as I spread my fingers across all the key notes.

While feeling glad that I did what I couldn't. The devil's hand from the piano came straight up and grabbed my body. it snatched my hair and pulled me into that piano body It rips, crushes, destroys. with laughter and sound waves that made me scream

my father is a musician My sister plays instruments as well as her father, but I am not.

I can't even in a dream