It has been so long since I realised my love for dear Leiza. Well, it couldn't be sadder to say that nothing has progressed since our first date. Class has been class and dates have been...ordinary dates. I'm so accustomed to my daily routine of walking her to school, talking senseless matters in class and walking her back home, it's almost boring. It didn't take long for me to start playing my cello again. After all, I had learnt to cope with the not-so-new daily tasks.
I have always wondered why people played the cello, have checked it on Wikipedia and, have not been satisfied by their answers, even though I cannot even think of a single plausible answer to that question. I only know one thing, the cello is a beautiful instrument. To me, every part of the cello is perfect. From the scroll, to the neck, to the four strings which allowed me to play a vast spread of melodious tunes, to the body and to the end pin. The wonderful sound of the cello, is a replica of my character. I feel melancholy at times and play mellow, slow songs, or I can be beaming with happiness, and play excellent, bright pieces. I will always make time to expand my reservoir of pieces and master songs which I feel I could one day play for Leiza to hear. I feel that learning the cello was the right choice as it had exposed me to the extraordinary musical world.
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