This is my very own piano! It means a lot to me because I've had it for almost the entirety of my musical career, excluding the six months that I used a Yamaha keyboard. This beautiful instrument was my seventh birthday present; my grandparents had tied balloons to the bench's legs. They had taken my brother and me out to lunch, and when we got home this is the first thing I saw. I remember I ran up to it, plunked myself down on the smooth bench, and exclaimed "IT HAS PEDALS!" (my Yamaha left much to be desired). This piano is a little beaten up, but it's great anyway. I think there's some symbolism in a slightly damaged piano; though it has scars, it is still able to produce beautiful music. It's kind of like me that way.
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