Sometimes I have this sudden urge to play the piano.
I took lessons in grade school, although I cried through most of it. Never could play well in front of people. But I always loved the feel of the keys and the music it produced. So whenever I get the urge, I stop by the Shimamura Music store inside the Seibu Shinjuku Station building to play around with thier keyboards.
And I can still play a mean version of the chopsticks.
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