Taking a deep breath, I delicately placed my hands on the piano keys, caressing its cold surface with my fingertips. This was the first time I had ever played an electric piano, as the only piano I had ever been able to play before was the one at the orphanage, which was a real piano, with ivory keys. So doing a light test, pressing a few notes at random, I was surprised to realize that the plastic strips of this piano were much lighter than the ivory keys of a real piano, softer to press, and much more sensitive to the touch.
Trying to forget that I had so many people around me, even that I was in an evaluation, I took a deep breath, lowering my gaze to just look at the piano strings, ready to play. What was the last song I learned with Sister Meredith at the orphanage? I didn't want to
