TAG stopped chewing and if I could take a picture of James’ face I would have, because she looked as shocked as if I just announced I was having a baby. No one said a word.
James: “Nothing, except that’s your most prized procession.”
TAG: “Why, Babe?”
Me: *crying* “Well, I haven’t even looked into what I could get for it, and if I wouldn’t get much, I won’t sell it, but if it’s worth it, I will. I need to do something and I’m too old to sell my eggs, I already looked into that.”
James: *still staring at me without moving*
The truth is I started playing piano, this piano, when I was 6 years old and I have carried it from house to house through all the phases of my life and no one touches it but me. I don’t let children play on it. I don’t let people place drinks on it during parties. And even though I don’t have much time to play, I still do. And I still love it.
I have practiced for hours at a time on that thing – late at night, early in the morning and whenever I could find the time in between. I loved my lessons and recitals and competitions and it was through an invitation-only “Honors Recital” at the University of Texas Music School in Austin that I had one of the defining moments of my life. I have cried and prayed and rejoiced and worked through some of my best and toughest times over those keys.
I never thought I’d part with it. So I decided not to.
And the rest will work itself out.