Day 27: A Song I Wish I Could Play

Did you know I used to take piano lessons? I was awful. As I like to put it, I can't think with both hands at the same time. When I found out we were moving to Colorado, I saw an opportunity to quit piano lessons once and for all. The problem was the big recital that stood in my way.

This is bad, you guys. Part of me is ashamed of what I did, and part of me is still that proud 12-year-old. I devised a plan and kept it secret until my performance. You see, I was going to be playing Mozart's Symphony No. 40, and someone was going to announce it as that just before I played. But the way I played, you couldn't tell it was Mozart. Everyone would know I was butchering the heck out of the song. So I made up my mind to practice only the recognizable right-handed portion of the song and play without my left hand.

My parents (and grandparents? She was there, right?) were disappointed in me, if I remember correctly, but I still think it was more of a success than it would have been if I had tried to practice both hands. Still, I wish I had the talent and the discipline to have really pulled off a performance that day rather than half-handing it.
Here's someone who can play it.