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Alexandra hated playing the piano, hated playing at recitals, hated her parents for making her. Alexandra was a tiny, fragile-looking ten-year-old, a gifted piano prodigy, who felt very helpless and hopeless. When not endlessly practicing the piano, as her parents mandated, she often daydreamed what she would do to her parents if she just had the power. Her favorite vision was playing a piano with the keys made of her parents’ bones (the black keys being ones with dried dark blood on them; she smiled to herself at that touch), the piano strings their stretched-out nerves and their tongues the floor pedals she could step on repeatedly and so very hard.
From the kitchen, her mother’s voice rang out, telling Alexandra to quite daydreaming and get back to practicing; didn’t she want to be the best? Alexandra sighed and began playing the complex Rachmaninoff piece again, wishing she was playing it on her special personal piano instead of this Steinway.