I was born this way.
And because I was born this way, I was given a keyboard.
Every child gets one.
My keyboard has about 88 keys.
Maybe less. Maybe more.
It just depends on what you see when you look out the window.
Once I started to play, I was aware that some chords I didn't even have to learn. I just knew them.
It was like they were a part of me.
And there were some chords that I learned from my teacher, and I like how they sound.
And there were some chords that I learned that I did not like; ones I didn't want to play.
Over time, I pieced together my own symphony.
My friend, he didn't like his keyboard; so he played mine.
When he asked me to play his, I said "no thank you."
He didn't like what he heard, so he tormented me for hours.
I felt as if he were about to grab my hands and slam them down onto his keyboard.
For his sake, I told him I would play a few of his keys.
I did not like them, as expected, and went back to mine.
He said my symphony drowned out his, even though we played at separate times.
So did everyone else.