A simple duet performed by sisters. The metronome in the corner is used for practice. There are apps for that now. The round Seabee plaque on the wall is to honor our father. He was in Vietnam while we stayed in Port Hueneme (why Nee me). I no longer remember what song we played. My dad eventually returned from his war duties. We moved across the country soon after his return Our piano moved with us and I continued to take lessons. My sister's flute was easier to pack and it too traveled with us. She switched to a piccolo when she joined a marching band. Two years later I joined the same marching band. I became a flag girl. I no longer play the piano since it was sold when I was in high school. I was not an exceptional player, so my interest wondered away. The experience was worthwhile even if I did not progress. Perhaps if my fingers had been longer or my palm had a wider stretch, it would not have seemed so hard. There was no passion between me and the piano, so my piano playing ended.
movingforwardslowly 