Piano Player

Playing the keyboard is one of the most liberating and expressive things for me. As much as I can, I'd like to be connected to it, by my heart and by my mind. With every note and sound that I can make out of it, I include my emotion and passion. It's such an instrument that connects to my emotions.

My presence was called yesterday for the praise and worship practice, for me to be one of the back-up vocals. It was for the worship service today. Well, all of a sudden they asked if I could play the keyboard instead, and I was interested. It has been a long time since I last played the piano for praise and worship on a Sunday service, and I could really use some practice, but not just because of that, it's my passion and interest, and I'd love to make a big contribution to help make things improved, although my fingers were really gaining rust due to the lack of such an activity. So I said yes.

There's quite a lot of things I find hard to get used to, those that take me ample time to find easy to do. Playing the piano on a Sunday service is one of those, but I love doing it, I won't stop. So this morning I played, and I made mistakes! But the good thing is that, according to my own evaluation, that is, compared to previous times, I made fewer off-tune, out-of-key, wrong chords play. I think I was improved and kind of more at ease playing as the church sings. So it went well, and it was God's helping hand that was so there while we were playing the songs.

My hands won't give me a break though! They just won't stop making an outflow after another, and the keys were so wet. There were times when I was trying hard to steal enough time to wipe the sweat off the keys as much as I can, but I just won't do enough. I used my handkerchief by the way. The only good thing about the sweat thing is that only my hands were so wet all the while. My armpits are out of the topic.