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    Pianist

    “This is crap,” Professor Robins said throwing the sheet music down on the table.

    I tried to contain my tears. It had been the seventh time I had turned in this same composition. The same piece I had been working on for ten years, to finally graduate as a Music Composer.

    Professor Robins just didn’t understand. He didn’t understand that this piece was first composed by me when I was 15 years old. My mother had just died, my father had left long ago. I was alone. I was a cutter. I was so depressed I had a constant grey cloud floating over my head.

    Yet I wrote this inspirational song. A song that came from the Tina Kennard that exists within me. A song that was my salvation, because I actually started to believe that about myself.

    “What can I do to fix it?” I said my voice cracking.

    Professor Robins wasn’t a bad person, but he knew that in the music world, things can be harsh, so he tried to be that way when it came to his music students. Outside of the classroom, he was a great guy to be around.

    But now he kept his tough façade, “The melody is absolutely beautiful, but the piano part is simply chords.”

    “But it’s not a typical chord progression,” I defended.

    “Yes,” Professor Robins agreed, “and that’s a very good thing. But you are a vocalist not a pianist. The vocal part is perfect with the expressions to accentuate the excellent lyrics, but the piano is the accompaniment. It’s purpose is to make the vocal melody flourish. It cannot be just chords in the key of A major.”

    “So what should I do professor?” I asked desperate to make my song succeed. A song that saved my life and could save the lives of so many other women. I needed to show the world.

    “Well,” Professor Robins said, “just like you understand voice and you can sing the most beautiful melodies with the perfect dynamics to express the message, it must be the same for the piano.”

    “So you want me to learn how to play the piano?”

    “No Tina,” Professor Robins said, his tough demeanor softening, “anyone can play little melodies on the piano, it’s about understanding the instrument.”

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    1. I’m normally a silent reader but i just finished reading this chapter and i want more… Love this story and it’s just the first chapter XD ps. if this comment appears two times it’s because im having computer problems

    2. Hey TiBetter24, What an intense and awesome beginning to a story. There was passion and lust galore! I loved it all. The connection between Bette and Tina was immendiate and powerful. It was as if the music possessed the gals until they consummated their relationship. I really can;t wait to read more. I do love the honesty you have captured here. Fabulous. Many thansk from Your Loyal Fan.

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