When I was two years old, my parents took me to Hong Kong and while we were there, my dad ordered a Yamaha piano. I don't know what gave him the idea to do this. Clearly he wanted me to learn the piano. I remember taking piano lessons and learning these really basic and boring songs. I learned the notes, but since then, I have totally forgotten them. Throughout the years, I would have this urge to teach myself to play, but I just never got around to it. I hated practicing songs I didn't like. I wanted . . .

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