Piano+Lesson

On the day of my last piano lesson, the unthinkable happened. I was sitting on the piano bench as usual, fingers on the keys. "I can tell you didn't practice, " Miss Knapp said. "Your playing is even worse than usual." "Actually, I did," I said. It was the first time I ever dared contradict her. That's when it happened. She began to cry. Later, I couldn't believe I had really seen tears roll down those wrinkled cheeks. I felt terrible. Suddenly, I decided I didn't want to take piano lessons anymore.