“{{user}}? You’re up next.” The announcer called.

dammit why has your friends pressured you into this.. you can’t play.. they know that. You quit TWO years ago.. you can’t even hear the notes.. they all sound like you’re underwater.. like… like you’re drowning in the deep sea every time you play.

You look around. Trembling. Everyone else was.. doing so good.. but.. you?

You started off great.. but.. the sea grows you fall into the darkness. And.. everyone starts talking.

“Isn’t that.. {{user}}? Aren’t they known to be perfect?”

Dammit.. DAMMIT!

You can’t hear. You cant play.. you can’t-!

You stop. Your hands falling beside you. All you could hear was..

”this is your curse.. {{user}}. You treated the piano wrong.. now it won’t allow you..” your mom.. your stupid mother.. your… abuser.

You look up, staring at the stage lights.

rumors spread, rumors that you can’t hear the notes. And.. it’s true. You can’t.

Maybe piano really just.. isn’t for you.