I am 24 years old now but I remember being young like you. There was a time when I used to sit at my grandmother's piano, playing along to her favorite songs while she taught me new melodies. It was the most beautiful feeling in the world, watching my fingers dance across those keys as if by magic. Those were carefree times for me too and I would often get lost in the music, forgetting everything else around me. My grandmother used to tell me that music has this magical power of transporting us to another place altogether.
As a young girl, I was always fascinated by the piano and how it could evoke so many emotions with just one note or chord progression. There were times when she would play these melancholic tunes that brought tears to her eyes and other times when she'd pick up something lively that made me want to dance along. Her love for music inspired me to pursue my passion as well, even if I didn't know it then.
But life took a different turn after my grandmother passed away. I continued playing the piano but never thought of becoming a musician professionally. That's until a few years ago when I stumbled upon an old video recording of her playing some beautiful Chopin nocturnes online. It was like I was transported back in time to those memories we shared together at the piano. The tears flowed uncontrollably as I watched her play so effortlessly and so full of life even though she's no longer with us. That's when it hit me –