I have played the piano since I was three years old, and I am considering a career in this field. In June, the most important pedal broke and now everything sounds stacatto, even when its supposed to sound pretty and lyrical. My parents got all pissed when the piano technician couldn't fix it. The technician said that we would have to get a new piano because ours would break completely between 6 months and 10 years. I asked for a new piano because this is what I want to do with my life. I practice around four hours a day and it is miserable to practice when everything sounds shitty and there's no hope of improvement. Now, the middle a key is broken. it will not stop ringing and it is wrecking all of my music. How can my parents expect me to improve at the piano and get scholarships to college when I can't even practice correctly on our piece of shit piano. I understand that pianos are expensive but considering that my dad is the CEO of a successful company, you'd think they could spare an extra 500 dollars and buy me a piano. Whenever one of my sibling needs a new trombone, drumset, x box, euphonium, etcetra, they get it almost immediately. They don't understand that piano is all I have in life. I can't play sports anymore because of ACL injuries and they don't understand that piano is the only thing I have to do with my life. I'm pretty smart, but I really love music and want to spend my whole life playing the piano. It is the only thing that makes me happy since I can't play soccer anymore, and now I'm getting piano taken away from me too. It makes me so sad and upset that I don't get to do anything that I love, but when my parents see me cry about it, they call me over dramatic and spoiled. I don't understand how it is spoiled to be sad because i am losing something I love. This is equivalent to someone I am close to dying. To not be able to practice the piano after practicing hours a day since I was three years old is like losing a spouse after 13 years of marriage. They could just get the piano freaking fixed. I don't even necessarily need a new one, if this one key would work, i would be satisified, even though my teacher says that my technique is getting to be horrible since I can't use pedal at all. I seriously hate my parents. I can't live in this house without the piano. It is the only thing that I have ever been good at, and it makes me happy. My parents are just trying to make me miserable and depressed, and its working. I have no way to practice and they insist that i can practice at school, but thats kind of impossible since I don't have any free periods and I"m not allowed to leave during lunch. What the fuck. I hate them so much. All I want is a piano repair but they're too cheap to fucking do that. I know they make a lot of money, they're just trying to make me miserable and awful at the only thing I like. UGH.

I have played the piano since I was three years old, and I am considering a career in this field. In June, the most important pedal broke and now everything sounds stacatto, even when its supposed to sound pretty and lyrical. My parents got all pissed when the piano technician couldn't fix it. The technician said that we would have to get a new piano because ours would break completely between 6 months and 10 years. I asked for a new piano because this is what I want to do with my life. I practice around four hours a day and it is miserable to practice when everything sounds shitty and there's no hope of improvement. Now, the middle a key is broken. it will not stop ringing and it is wrecking all of my music. How can my parents expect me to improve at the piano and get scholarships to college when I can't even practice correctly on our piece of shit piano. I understand that pianos are expensive but considering that my dad is the CEO of a successful company, you'd think they could spare an extra 500 dollars and buy me a piano. Whenever one of my sibling needs a new trombone, drumset, x box, euphonium, etcetra, they get it almost immediately. They don't understand that piano is all I have in life. I can't play sports anymore because of ACL injuries and they don't understand that piano is the only thing I have to do with my life. I'm pretty smart, but I really love music and want to spend my whole life playing the piano. It is the only thing that makes me happy since I can't play soccer anymore, and now I'm getting piano taken away from me too. It makes me so sad and upset that I don't get to do anything that I love, but when my parents see me cry about it, they call me over dramatic and spoiled. I don't understand how it is spoiled to be sad because i am losing something I love. This is equivalent to someone I am close to dying. To not be able to practice the piano after practicing hours a day since I was three years old is like losing a spouse after 13 years of marriage. They could just get the piano freaking fixed. I don't even necessarily need a new one, if this one key would work, i would be satisified, even though my teacher says that my technique is getting to be horrible since I can't use pedal at all. I seriously hate my parents. I can't live in this house without the piano. It is the only thing that I have ever been good at, and it makes me happy. My parents are just trying to make me miserable and depressed, and its working. I have no way to practice and they insist that i can practice at school, but thats kind of impossible since I don't have any free periods and I"m not allowed to leave during lunch. What the fuck. I hate them so much. All I want is a piano repair but they're too cheap to fucking do that. I know they make a lot of money, they're just trying to make me miserable and awful at the only thing I like. UGH.
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