Me before practicing:I really love classical music. So deep. So sophisticated. I really, really love it. Chopin and Liszt's works are so intricately planned out, as if God's own music. Have you heard Rachmaninoff? Man, I worship those composers. When I hear their music, I am reminded of the constant beauty of this world around us. All it takes is to listen and an open heart.
Me while practicing:URRRRRGGHHHHHH WHAT THE FUCK I DON'T HAVE FOUR FUCKING HANDS *Sets music on fire* THEY WROTE THESE PIECES DELIBERATELY SO I COULD HAVE A MISERABLE SHITTY LIFE *flips over piano* IF I COULD TIME TRAVEL I WOULD FUCKING TEACH THEM THAT I ONLY HAVE T W O F U C K I N G H A N D S *throws piano out the window* FUCK MUSIC
Me after practicing:Have I mentioned I love music? I really love practicing, too. It's like a bridge between the heavens and the earth, you know? The rush of practicing is like an adrenaline shot. I love music.