Life is like a piano. What you get out of it depends on how you play it. – Tom Lehrer
To play a wrong note insignificant; to play without passion is inexcusable.-Ludwig Van Beethoven
Where words fails, music speaks. -Hans Christian Andersen
The piano keys are black and white, but they sound like a million colours in your mind.― Maria Cristina Mena
When you play, never mind who listens to you. -Robert Schumann
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| By Kyra |
"In a minute," I reply, not looking up from my computer screen. "I want to finish this off."
Gemma-Rose rolls her eyes and goes to bed herself.
A quarter of an hour later, I sit back and view my work. I smile. I've been creating a brand new look for my blog.
"Mum, take a look at my new blog design!" If I don't show someone what I've done, I'll burst.
Mum peers over my shoulder. "That looks good." Pride fills me.
I scroll down my blog once more. "Sophie Shutterbug," I whisper my blog's new name, shivering in delight at the way it rolls off the tongue.
I've got a million other changes I want to make to my blog, such as updating the pages and writing a new bio for the sidebar, but they can wait. I yawn. For now I need to get to bed. It's well past my bedtime.
What do you think of my new design and name?
