My favourite place in school

There is a piano on the 4th level of my school. Although the lack of maintanence and misuse from others have resulted in it being out of tune and somewhat cranky, at least it is still playable.

This is the place where i can find solitude and solidarity at the same time.

Tuesday, after my history paper, it was raining heavily. So i decided to occupy myself while waiting for the rain to stop.

The whole school was almost empty, and the rain just exacerbated the feeling of nothingness. But as the chords were strung, melody played, there is just this exhilarating rush of andrenaline. To hear your music echo nearly the whole school, with sounds of raindrops as your accompaniment, the all encompassing feeling is just... beautiful.

This is the time when i can play without limitations. No one to tell me that i am disrupting their lessons. No groups of people to walk past me, seemingly scrutinising what i play. No pressure.

Although my playing is only mediocre, but the feeling of able to allow my music to resonate the school, perfoming it to the emptiness in my school, is already very self-satisfying. At that point, i ask for nothing more.