Just recently, I had experienced something quite amazing. I was walking through my favourite store: 'Cosmo Music', when I came across a piano that was hard not to look at. I stood in awe. It was a bright white wood, and the black keys were clean and dusted. I looked up at the price, once again in awe, but a different type. The cost was $100 000.00. In no way did I want to get it (for this is still reality) but just to think that a piano; and it wasn't all that tuned well; could have a cost as great as that. I usually don't care for such, but (not to be rude) it wasn't such a great piano. Although it was quite pretty, it didn't sound nice (it had a squeaking sound), the keys were either too hard to press down on, or too easy, and the pedal had a short distance of sound. This saying usually bothers the heck out of me, but: 'Never Judge a book by its cover.' This saying applied nicely to the occurring situation.

Section #2 of my blog: Entitled: 'NEWS.'

2 days ago I had written a post asking for help to prevent poverty from increasing, after seeing horrifying sights of it in Italy, Israel, and all over. I understand more people had seen this post than any other post I had done, which means people are reading it, and understanding why poverty is a problem. I would like you all to comment how you would like to prevent poverty, and how we should get the word around that on a month like this (December) we should be with our families, not with the lonely dark streets searching for food.
We take everything we own for granted. We eat food for breakfast, eat one bite and throw it out. Homeless people are looking for that food to eat, half eaten or clean.


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God Bless,
-Immortal Beloved <3 (On the New Years)

Important News!

Alright, before you all go on and on about how I have not been posting since September, stop yourself... I have the biggest reason why: Hold onto your seats lady's and gentlemen, because I am about to tell you the biggest miracle and dream come to life for moi...
For the holidays this year, I had gotten 4 tickets to the symphony! And not only will I be listening to beautiful music, I will be listening to ONLY Beethoven, and no Mozart... <3

Oh Goodness! I almost forgot! I wish you all a Merry Christmas, Happy Hanukkah, Happy Kwanzaa, and Happy Diwali! This year, ever single present I received, made me think to those less fortunate parents out there whom are looking in trash cans or begging on the streets for any sign on a gift for their children. No one wants to make themselves or their family members feel as if they are missing out on something that everyone on Earth enjoys when it comes in December! Which is why I am writing this whole thing; not to tell you about my gifts, or what I gave to others, or how much I love the holidays, or anything about Beethoven, or piano. Read along:
A few years ago I went to Rome and Israel, and I saw many homeless people. It was around Easter, when families should be together; not that at any time of the year you should be alone, but it made me realise that when I receive a beautiful sweater I had wanted for years and it was the top brand, that I should take a minute and step back before I yell at whoever got it for me, that it was a different shade, because all those people that are having trouble even getting a little skittles bag for their family. I would like to change that, and help those families on the holidays. I can't do much, but the only thing I can do will make the biggest difference in the world.

When you walk by someone on the streets, instead of making fun of them and taking pictures, or running away, give them money. If someone is looking in a trash can, and looks like a homeless person, tap on their shoulder and give them (if you have one on you) a piece of food, or a candy bar; it would make their day, and finally, if you have something someone else would enjoy on the holidays, (like clothes, or toys or food or games) donate them, and make one less person sad on the holidays.

I know this is all a lot to ask, but if you can do something as simple as bring a smile to someones face, you are a great person, and anyone without a heart, deep inside, envies you. Please, make this holiday good for someone else, beside you and your family.

I hope you had/have a warm, healthy, fun holiday, and remember: G-d watches those you have none, and sends persons to warm their souls...

Merry Christmas, Happy Hanukkah, Happy Diwali, Happy Kwanzaa, Happy New Year!

-Immortal Holidays <3

Rememberence Day

Remembrance Day:
I live in a world where I am safe and sound. I am lucky to live in this world. Not everyone has the choice to live in this world. When the soldiers fought, they dreamt of this world. They dreamt that their offspirng would live in this world, in their dreams. They dreamed of freedom, they dreamed of our freedom.

November 11th was when those soldiers that were dreaming of freedom, chanted. November 11th is when the people in North America sang, hugged, and cried. November 11th was the day we weren't born, the day we didn't see, but the day we remember.

In honor of Remembrance Day, I give you this poem, about our soldiers.

Canadian soldiers in their homes,
Watching TV like normal,
Nothing was weird, in the same tones,
Nothing was ever formal.

They heard the cries,
They heard the bells,
They heard their people die,
Remembrance Day tells:

They went off to war,
Over sea,
As far as the core,
So we could be free.

The war ended with them,
Only some came home,
They made sure they never,
Ever moaned.

People?
Not people, my life savor,
When they smile their dimples,
Did us a favor.

We asked for freedom,
They gave,
Their familes asked for them,
They visited their grave.

Remembrance Day? A day when we remember...
The ones who said to us, "There will be a way..."

Remember on this day, those who died, the ones that were killed, so the people of our generation, could live our lives with equal rights. With woman being fairly treated, not hiding in the basement. With men being fairly treated, not hiding with their wives. With the children being happy, not scared, holding onto their Mama's hand as she reads the letter their father has been killed.
Remember, it's easy.




In honor of all the soldiers, from across the world...
Thank you. <3


-Immortal Beloved (On Remembrance Day)
Look at that poppy and pray.

Change of Plans

Okay, so I have a bit of a change for Halloween, well, to be specific:
COSTUME CHANGES.
So, all over I searched for this Tinkerhell costume, and I found one, but to be a zombie Tinkerbell, I had to ruin the costume. But what if I ruined the ruining of the costume? What if it looked weird? So my problem was this exact thing. My previous stage costume was the cat in the hat Dr. Seus, so this year I am now changing my costume to...
CAT IN THE HAT... Pretty version... And it has a skirt!

-Immortal Beloved <3

WATCH!!!

Watch this video... AMAZING!

<3 BEETHOVEN

-Immortal Beloved <3

FOLLOW!!!

Okay, I know this is an important, serious, LEGIT blog about Beethoven and piano, but, I have something totally out of the question to debate about... HALLOWEEN! Just the name makes me smile. This year I am going to be a mix of Tinkerbell and a zombie. Thank you to all my friends at school who helped me with the name, so I wouldn't have to say Zombie Tinkerbell. You know who you are!
So this is how this whole name went over at school:
 Random Person (Lets call them RP, OR... RIP!!! For Halloween sake..)
RIP- " So, what are you being for Halloween?"
ME- " A mix of Tinkerbell and a zombie!"
RIP- "How are you going to say that all night to people? Do you have a name for it?"
ME- "Yup!"
RIP- "What name?"
ME- "Tinkerhell."
RIP- "WAIT! Tinker'HELL'? What type of bachagaloop are you?"
ME- "It's just a name..."
RIP- "Yeah, and to little kids it's a new word for the week!"
ME- "Okay, okay, okay. To little kids I will say Tinkerbell. Happy?"
RIP- "And lie? What Halloween spirit do you follow?"
ME- "Zombie?"
RIP- "And scare them to death?"
ME- "Tinkerbell as a zombie?"
RIP- "Did I mention your costume is totally un-realistic?"

So, if you feel my pain of choosing a name for your WHACKED UP costume, I am here for you, buddy... I'm here for you.
\
And when I told an old lady: (Let's call her... OLD)

OLD- "My dear, what is your costume?"
ME- "Oh, I am Tinkerhell!"
OLD- "Oh I remember my grandfather telling stories about Bethany Anne Cart and her lovely-"
ME- "Any comments other than the usual out of the blue stories?"
OLD- "Hahah... I remember Pa's favourite color was blue... Oh how he had no money, but still had time to wear is overalls!"

UH.
Any way, I know it is hard for me to find the PERFECT costume, so...
GOOD LUCK to all of my followers and subscribers at your HAPPY COSTUME SHOPPING! I know you will just have the best of time!
:)
LOL.
:P
Anyway, if I don't get to you guys before Halloween, HAPPY HALLOWEEN!
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Oh...
How people these days waste their precious lives on this.. This...
I don't even know what to call it. :S

THANKS FOR READING... luv ya!!!

And a spooky Halloween to all of you!!!



-Immortal Beloved<3

FINALLY... I get it right!!!

I have been trying to get the song by Ludwig Van Beethoven: "Moonlight Sonata", for sooooooooo many years! GUESS WHAT??
I FINNALY....
GET IT RIGHT!!!!! :)

Click the video below to here the song... :)

Hope you like it!
-Immortal Beloved <3

HEEY

Heeeyyyyy everybody!!!
You have Immortal Beloved here and I just wanted to show you this GREAT VIDEO... WATCH!!!

Song I am playing but that's not me... I'm a girl... :P


-Immortal Beloved <3

So hard...

Oy and vey... How this is sooooo hard. Grade six piano...
Sometimes I just look at the book and I am blank. I know the notes, I know the song... but it just looks so challenging to look at it and play. So... if you guys have any tips...
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-Immortal Beloved <3

A NEW SNEEK PEEK!!!

Here is a sneak peak of my story: "A Hero's Story."

A Hero’s Story

“Admit it! He’s a smoker. Don’t play dumb.”

“I’m not playing dumb, and he just has a bit of smell on him.”

“You’re sugar coating it.”

“Not sugar coating, telling the truth.”

“Be blunt. He has a problem.”

“I am being blunt, he has issues, but no help is needed.”

“Just shut up. You’re only a child.”

“A child I am, but old at heart.”

“Did I mention dramatic?”

“Why, yes. You did.”

For heaven and heck’s sake, what was so wrong about sharing my dull, simple opinion about whether Steve was a smoker or not, I had to admit though I could smell it on him. It was completely scary for two un related orphans to be experienced like this. Steve was in the main office speaking to Katie, the lady at the front desk, learning everything about us. He would be taking us home tonight, and Sheryl just couldn’t breathe any longer. It wasn’t the fact that he smoked that bothered us, but the reason why he smoked was left unsaid. Our real father had told us before he put us in the orphanage, that no one smokes for no reason. They don’t just pick up a cigarette, and have nothing to it. There always is a story. Now, I wouldn’t usually remember his occasional stories, but the night he told us that story, he sent us to the stupid orphanage. I spent the last 18 years of my life there, and finally I come out feeling owned, but I feel sick. Nauseated to be exact.  I thought once I found a home I would feel good, safe, and happy, but I just feel like a dog. I can’t be bought or given to, I am only able to be loved by my real family, and this man obviously isn’t my real father. Why should I trust such a… a… Man? He wears worn out converse high tops, Ed Hardy tops, baggy jeans that fall to his ankles, and backwards flat hats with logos that little girls aren’t supposed to know about.

Sheryl and I were walking meters behind Steven Forshenelle, watching his every move. I saw him look at his blackberry glaring at it, put it away, and grab another cigarette. I always would want to ask him, but wouldn’t that bother the man? The first day, while everyone is supposed to get to know each other by asking questions like, “What’s your favourite colour?”, I ask why he smokes. And I would look crazy if I asked that. It is just like asking, “Why do you eat?” The response is either he needs to, or has quit starving himself. I think it is because he needs to. But I always have been the most curious girl in all of the orphanage, and Sheryl always was the least curious, and now being adopted by the same man, made me curious, but she annoyed.

“I don’t understand it, Sheryl. He stands in a way that he has something in his pocket that is not to be seen by any others. He looks as if he is hiding something from everyone. But what? What if we are being adopted by a top secret spy, or a… Um… a… Criminal! That’s it! I have to tell Katie that this man is forbidden to take us home. This is far from okay. We have to tell her, this is scary… I mean, is he going to kill us? Take our brains and- GASP! He will eat us which means he’s a…. he’s a… Human cannibal! What will we do? Escape, run, Sheryl! Before he sees, we don’t have enough time. Just run!” I whispered anxiously awaiting a time to escape the horror scene, but Sheryl looked as if she was watching a comedy show, and I was the comedian. But it looked, and sounded, just as I explained. But maybe I was being unrealistic, and exaggerating the story a bit, but I truly had a hunch, and it didn’t feel good.

Steve finally turned around and tapped his shoe, watching me lean close to Sheryl, and a frightened look on my face became more clear to him now. He waited until I stopped walking so I could look up at him, and explain why I was at least 18 feet away. “You scared? Or you just like the old orphanage better than a life in the city? I get that a lot. I’ve tried eighteen orphanages to make my wife happy, because she is unable to have a child, but every one of them has either run away to the orphanage again, or put themselves in front of-never mind. You can run off, I just don’t know how to explain this to my wife for the 20^th time.” He looked down, and smacked his lips, and laughed while shaking his head. “I’m sorry I put this on you girls, just go back to the orphanage, don’t hurt yourself, I would hate to see it for the 15^th time this year.”

Sheryl looked at me with shock, and like sappy Sheryl, she ran to Steve and hugged him tight while tears ran down her cheek. “We just wanted a way out, Mr. Forshenelle, out of the orphanage. After all that has happened, we need a real guardian right now. It doesn’t matter if it’s real, but it just has to be. Oh please, let us come home with you and bring a smile to Mrs. Forshenelle’s face!” Sheryl smiled and hugged tighter so she could feel a hug coming back, but she felt nothing but a slight push as a signal that was too dramatic.

“So, Zelia, you want to go run off, hurt yourself and make my life miserable? Or keep telling Sheryl how you are so suspicious about me, how I don’t wear the fanciest clothes because I don’t have enough money to get all suits and black leather shoes? How I am not educated? Well you can shut your mouth, Ms. Queen, I’m sorry I had to listen to that the whole walk here. Oh- and one last thing, I am sorry I took you to a real home so you can have real parents other than the parents you call real who left you in this dump in the first place… So, SORRY. I didn’t know the queen was coming to my home, or I would’ve put on some decent shoes.” He stormed off, holding Sheryl by the hand, and she kept looking back at me motioning not to leave, to stay with her. I could hear his loud, obnoxious voice cursing at his (and by his exact dialogue), ‘Little “BEEP” of a key! “BEEP’in” orphans! He’s “BEEP’in” done with his life’. And then I heard a tumble, and I saw Sheryl crying on the floor repeating over and over, “Don’t swear! It’s wrong!” But Steve wouldn’t listen and pulled Sheryl into the car and slammed the door. He took one look at me, bowed his head, and opened the door with a nod of the head, “My queen.” He said.

I was disgusted.  The first day of our new lives I was greeted very rudely in fact. To be frank, very dumbly. You never tell a girl that has been in an orphanage for 18 years and has been tortured greatly and made fun of too much that she is selfish and spoiled.

You just don’t.

But when Sheryl and I stepped a foot into the Dodge Caravan, Steven yelped and cried as loud as he may, “Do not, and I repeat, DO NOT STEP ON THE SEATS.” Sheryl and I jumped at the sudden demand and pushed our ways off the seats. We smiled awkwardly because of the constant glances we received from Steve, which made us very uncomfortable. We couldn’t help but to keep looking at the rear view mirror. We were too worried that he would freak out at us again, but we couldn’t be sure that he would do anything. His jerking of the car, and his cursing at other drivers really scared the heck out of Sheryl. For she had never heard one word outside of, “May I please have some peas? But if I am not to have a second serving, may I be forgiven.” But I have chatted with the senior students at Forstreet High Secondary  School.  I have been taught some new words.

We carefully made our way out of the car and opened the door to Steve’s home. We heard a loud scream as if someone had been scared inside. Out popped a lady with long, shaggy grey, greasy braids, and a stained apron.  “Oh, ladies! How you scared me, deeply.” Sheryl replied nervously, “S-sorry m-madam.”

The lady laughed hysterically. “Why, I do declare! How new you are to this town. Wait, you must be the orphans! Zelia and Sheryl! Well, I am Mrs. Forshenelle, nice to meet you. Do you girls fancy some tea?” Mrs. Forshenelle smiled, revealing her yellow, piano key teeth. “Thank you Mrs. Forshenelle, but we had just eaten.” Mrs. Forshenelle replied sharply.

“Steven Forshenelle! You fed these girls junk like the last orphans? You knew-and I repeated it several times- I prepared a feast including real beef… Steve, meet me in the kitchen, THIS INSTANT.” Sheryl and I awkwardly stood listening to the yelling and banging of Mrs. Forshenelle’s rolling pin hitting Steve’s forehead, and we were worried to see the result of his noggin… We never experience that. Well once, when we were taking a quick peek in the orphanage lounge where they were watching Bugs Bunny. But other than that…

Never.

Steve walked out looking traumatized. “Well, well, well. Look what you idiots have done. My wife hates me for feeding you. You look like you are ready to die from embarrassment, and I have a broken skull at this point. Anything else you want to ruin?”

I glared unintentionally. And of course that just set Steve off. “ Go to your room, lock yourself in there. Fast for a day, don’t talk once, and just sit without any entertainment. Then tell me you know how I feel.” Steve stormed off once again, slamming the kitchen door, and it got the attention of Mrs. Forshenelle. She ran out and brought a questioning look to her pasty, pale face. “What has happened with Mr. Forshenelle?” Sheryl nor I wanted to answer. Her dull brown eyes and greasy grey hair would give you the image of an evil woman, filled with anger, but she honestly was a kind woman. The reason Sheryl and I were frightened of her was because of her strong love for her husband, whom was the complete opposite of herself. She would stand up for him if it meant living a shorter life than he.  “Nothing, Mrs. Forshenelle. He has just been a bit grumpy from us… The trouble orphans cause on the first day is very large, madam. It usually drives people crazy!” Mrs. Forshenelle giggled.

“Girls, call me Nancy. And Steven usually is in the jerk mood, but this is over than usual. You girls must be a real pain…” Nancy giggled slightly, and went back to her cooking in the kitchen. “Girls.” She said. Sheryl and I nodded plainly. “Has Steve mentioned anything to you about his work?” I shook my head. “No, Nancy.”

“Oh.” Nancy breathed with a look of relief. “You know, sometimes it slips.”

What does that mean?

“Oh, and girls. I registered you for school. It starts tomorrow and I will be taking you for supplies tonight. So be ready at 7:00 PM. Do not keep me waiting, or I will ask just like Steve. I say it once, not twice, so be prepared. It would also be helpful if you wrote a list of the supplies you need. Anne Marie is just upstairs doing homework- Oh, fettuccini. I forgot to introduce you to Anne Marie. She is Steve’s ex-wife’s daughter whom Steve does not want anything to do with. Go upstairs and ask for a piece of paper and pen for both of you- she is quite a nice girl. Who knew Steve was the father, eh?” I giggled. Anyone is nicer than Steven. I motioned to Sheryl to come upstairs to meet this Anne Marie. I wondered what she looks like?

A girl version of Steve… Uh….

We knocked on the door with embarrassment lurking in through or stomachs. A girl with long, red shiny hair opened the door. Her shirt was filled with rips and tears, and her jeans were sparkling with pink, sparkling spray paint. Her shoes were grey, knitted Uggs, with threads sticking out the back, and salt stains surrounding the front of the shoe. Her eyeliner was black, which looked like Smash Box. Her pink lip stick was perfectly smeared across her lips. The blush on her cheeks looked like it was glued on with super glue, and her nails were painted with a shade of red. “Can I help you, ladies? Sorry to be uninviting but I am working on a sculpture for my art exam. Come in! Come in! I would like some constructive criticism before my examination.”

I hope you enjoyed! Until next time...
-Immortal Beloved <3

I need a Therapist.... And more ideas for poems... HELP!

Every day I am thinking t myself, "What if apples are the fruit that Adam and Eve ate?" And I have avoided apples ever since grade 1 when I first thought of that... But today I had one and it was so good.... I couldn't get enough and I kept on eating, and eating... and eating, and eating... and eating, and eating.... AND MORE EATING....  I coulf write more about my eating, but I think it may go on for ever... So I'll stop....
(A sigh of relief)
And I also think, if I even betray God, I will just never eat apples again, and for those reasons...
I need a therapist.
But not to worry because I love pears too! Pears are my favourite fruit, and so they are my substitute! I know this is a piano blog, but I will just share a poem I wrote about my locker... 'My Stinky, Stinky, Locker...':

I have a locker,
I had it all year,
When I see my teachers,
I sense their fear.

I wonder what I did,
They were holding their nose,
Was I stinky?
Did I need a hose?

But the janitors ran too,
It was a big shocker,
But then I knew,
It was my locker!

My stinky, stinky locker!

It has...
Banana peels,
Maps,
Sparkly heels,
Caps.

Nails,
Rocks,
and Dirty,
Dirty,
SOCKS.

Apples,
Text Books,
Pants,
Net books.

Cats,
Hoses,
Hats,
Noses.

Giraffes,
A funny smell,
Graphs,
A deep, deep well.

Expired mayonnaise,
A cookie tray,
A big long maze,
And a cat that's stray.

A bucket of goo,
A hallway of doom,
An old donkey's poo,
A monkey's room.

A dad's TV,
A mom's kitchen,
A sister's CD,
And my kitten.

A swimming pool,
A life guard,
A big fat fool,
And an ocean of lard.

A piano made out of chocolate,
An old ugly man,
Ice cream, but you still need to top it,
A pop can.

Mr. Welburn, our dead janitor,
Mrs. Bensky, the teacher who dared go near my locker,
My sister, don't forget her,
But that's no shocker.

Math homework,
Nail filer,
A drawer of pork,
A Ferrari tire.

My dad's big mole,
My mom's old shoe,
Mr. Santa's coal
And my 'once-friend', Loo.

As you can see,
My locker is amazing,
But don't try to flee,
Especially after I did all this phrasing!



Thanks for reading!
-Immortal Beloved <3

The Beethoven Mystery

Hi again, and thank you for all of your views.

I have my mind boggled over many topics, (if you know me, you can definitely figure that out just by asking me how my day was), but the most intriguing question I have ever asked myself is: 'Who is Immortal Beloved?' If some of you have never heard of Immortal Beloved, she was a lady whom Ludwig fell in love with, and left her a note before his painful death adressed to Immortal Beloved. And not one soul has come up with an answer to this question. People have done as much research as they can to find out, but all they can see clearly is she was Beethoven's main focus after he had become ill. So who was she? This post is not to tell whom, but to discuss the facts we can piece together to figure out just a bit more...

We know she was Beethoven's life's focus and we know she was the mother of Karl Van Beethoven whom Beethoven adopted from this Immortal Beloved. She had been in jail for years because Ludwig claimed that she was a criminal since her previous relationship with Ludwig's brother, Maria, when Beethoven was her boyfriend before him.
Though we have no evidence of any woman Beethoven had loved, we do have one. Her name was Elise. The song, "Fur Elise", is dedicated to a woman that Ludwig loved deeply, but could no longer be with because of family and personal issues. The personal issues could've been her love for his brother, and the family issues were that Ludwig's brother hurt him and disobeyed his wishes.

Beethoven loved this woman deeply and it was described in this beautiful letter.
I also have an announcment that has nothing to do with this post:
'I now am officially playing hands together, full songs, almost to memorize, scales (PERFECTION!) in my 2nd grade 6 piano books. It might be like, 'WHAT EVS... " to some of you, but for a 2nd lesson, anyone that knows piano, understands it is a humungous achievment.'
Thanks for reading, and have a great night!
-Immortal Beloved <3

Beethoven vs. Mozart=

So as the day went on, I am still sitting exhausted. I wake up at 6:30 AM. And dance from 11:00- 2:30 PM., and am currently having a hot flash, and tired to the point where I just want to fall asleep and never wake up. But the day goes on, which means, I must stay awake and be active for… Another 12 hours! It’s okay, I think I am going to just go to sleep… J

I still am disappointed that no Beethoven songs are found in the grade 6 book, Royal Conservatory, but I do have the famous song, “Toccatina” by Dmitri Kabalevski, and it is just beautiful. But nothing is quite as beautiful as Beethoven’s work and music, and this whole post is to explain why, and my thoughts about him and the comparison between Mozart and Beethoven.

I am always told, “Mozart is better!”, just to get under my skin because everyone knows that Mozart isn’t my biggest idol. Even if people do not believe in either, the one they know most about from their friends opinions are the ones they go with, and to be frank, they usually choose Mozart in that way. But if you spend your whole life knowing about Beethoven, you aren’t in for a surprise, but if you don’t know the most about him, you will be out of your shoes in just a moment.

In 1700’s people were able to abuse each other, and Beethoven was the victim of that. So was Mozart. When Beethoven grew older, all the hitting went to his head and gave him bad childhood memories which caused anger management, but he truly was a kind man. Therefore, Mozart (even without the beating) still would’ve been a cruel angry man.

This post is not in any way against Mozart, but telling the difference between the two composers and how they grew up and were taught the same way, but were produced different.

Beethoven grew deaf, and still lived to play the piano and composed some of the most famous compositions ever in history, and Mozart never had any career stopping experiences that would stop any normal person from not doing their job. Another comparison that the results have been very different.

Thanks for reading, and until next time!

-Immortal Beloved <3

Oh, how I wish...

Oh, how I wish I could just meet Beethoven... so many things I yearn to ask him, but there is no such way to communicate with this dead man. I have so many statements, questions, and explanations to speak to him about, but I am fantasizing, and yet only a magical pony that had a colourful tail and orange wings that were as big as a human could do such a thing...
And if you know me, you know that I look exactly like that. So why can't I? Simple explanation, my fur is pink, not red... ?
Anyway, Hag Sameah and  Shanah Tova! This week was Rosh Hashanah, and even though having a migraine in Shul and practically dying of boredom, I stood my ground, and stayed... Even though now I regret staying and having to listen to those little bratty children yelling and screaming as loud as they may, and hitting my chair with their prayer book, and yelling, "Meeyah Soy Soy!" What is that? Gibberish for I hate that girl so I am going to kill her with my loud existence? Probably, because it felt like that.
Even though I was once that age, I don't think I was that dumb and annoying... I knew the sentence, "I want to use the toilet so I won't have a tummy ache, Mummy!" And that would of been less annoying than, "Meeyah Soy Soy, Rabbi Soy Soy!" Oy and vey...  Uh...

Any way, watching a George Clooney movie right now... Always a soap opera...
Got to leave now and probably treat this horrible migraine so...
Thanks for reading!
-Immortal Beloved<3

Rosh Hashanah Dinner!

Oh man... I am going to gain at least 84 pounds from this Rosh Hashanah dinner... I have composed a new composition for Rosh Hashanah entitled, " New Year to Start, New Year to Finish..." Comment or follow my blog and I'll post it!!!!
-Immortal Beloved <3

Since when am I a high tempered man with crazy hair?

Okay, so as you know I signed out a book about Beethoven 2 days ago and I just started it during my free time. I read and read, anxious to read more when I had read the most amazing thing about him. I am an asmatic and I just found out he is too. What do we not have in common? Our shade of brown arm hair? Questions, questions, questions...

Today I was looking on the internet to find something totally odd and offensive:

I don't recall Beethoven being a rapper in that time and age... ? If Beethoven saw this picture, oh boy would this uploader have a knuckle sandwich in place... :S
I don't even want to know what else he would do to them...
OY AND VEY!!!

Any way, there isn't so much to talk about because of my boring, choclateless life... (this is a hint to my mother) as long as that message works, I am also archie comicless and shoeless and icecreamless (if you're going to the store mom, get smarties PLEASE!) Sorry that you other people have to read my wining...

Thanks for reading!!!
-Immortal Beloved <3

OY AND VERY BAD DAY!

What a day, everyone. I guess all of your finger crossing wasn't enough because today was a nightmare come true. You all know how I like a comfy couch or seat to eat on, and a nice cool area, well, being at my field trip today was not meeting any of those expectations. Bees, mosquitoes, and wasps were chasing my perfect panino to get some, at least 84000 mosquitoes had bitten me and now I have red bumps all over my body from the constant itching.
Having to use the washroom, I decided to go to the only place I knew of, no, not the portapotty (that would be a disgrace to my family) but an out house. How gross it was! I walk in, to smell the most vile smell ever to be smelled in all of smelling history in the history of smell hall of smells, and literally gag. Then I look at the toilet, and no, it didn't flush, it was just a hole with pee and poo at the bottom laying still. Then I look for the sink to wash my hands, and maybe a towel, and nothing was to be seen. I rushed out and ran to the main building and washed my hands for long until I was supposed to come back.
I arrived back at my little hut which my team had built out of logs, and I sat inside, and realized something felt gooey underneath me, and I look and feel, and a slug had just been sat on... BY ME! I had to leave, but the day just started. And I hadn't eaten a thing.
Then I am told our hut that we built got the mark of B, and for me, it is one of the worst marks I could get. I went insane. I was sweating, smelly and thirsty, and my little fashionable watter bottle didn't save the rescue this time with it's beauty, it tragically failed. It failed miserably.
At that point I was praying to G-d just to let me be alive, and not to faint from the heat. I suddenly fell and just lay down not wanting to get up, and once again, I fell on a slug. I quickly got up, brushed my self off, and ran over to more logs to take to our hut to build with. I feel something slimy where my hands is. I look, and guess what it was? A slug... No kidding, eh? I was willing to die right then and there, I looked at the slug and glared at it and threw the log as far as I could.
We were very proud of our little hut that we just finished building with 300 logs. We were admiring it while taking a rest on a rock while our instructor comes along and shouts happily (as if he enjoyed watching us suffer), "TIME TO TAKE IT ALL DOWN!" He must have been kidding me, but he was serious and quite happy to see us throwing piece after piece on the ground.
Exhausted, tired, and dehydrated we stood there, and we had finally taken down every single log. I looked at the instructor, and a wave of joy came across his face as he ran over to us and yelled while trying to keep a straight face, " You must spread them out so no one will know you have built your hut here!" And I looked at him with hatred and flames in my eyes. I pictured his head being squeezed by my fingers as if it was a grape. I moaned. We moved and moved, our muscles burning, our bodies drenched with sweat, and we had finally finished. A sigh of relief swept across our whole group. We were called over to him and he said: "Alright, as I promised we made tea with a little bit of honey, but you can't have it now, you don't have time." We were too thirsty and tired to care anymore about this stupid game so we remained silent, and when we reached school, we didn't even get it.
So that was my day, and my worst nightmare come true.
Thanks for reading.
-Immortal Beloved <3

I Honestly Can not List all of The topics Here... :S

I will do anything right now to get out of this big lump. My knee is injured, and legs are wobbly. So I have to sit here like a lump on my couch. On a... (you won't believe this)
COMPUTER.
Since when do I do this? What is happening to me?
Recently, I took a trip to my favourite library, and got a book about the Holocaust, and about...
BEETHOVEN.
My hero! Yes, it is about 600 pages, and I will finish it in like... 800 000 000 000 001 years. :S Excitement is lurking through me though, so I do not mind. And today and find out a wonderful thing that my mothers friend, and a magnificent famous cook, will be coming to our house for cookies and tea and coffee. And that isn't even the exciting part! She will be expecting to hear me play the piano, and as before my exam... Practice, practice, practice. Oy and vey!
What a week, and then I realize that it isn't even close to be done! Being part of the Hedon team at my Hebrew school, (bible study competition team), they held a ceremony for us and our achievements. I missed it yesterday because of my dance, but today I find out that they handed out gift cards to us for, "Israel", the store which I love, and I had received it today. HOW GREAT! But wait... There's more!
Tomorrow is my trip on a field trip, to some place that I forget the name, (WOW. Shows how much I care.), and we are building our own shelter... How extravagant.
Well, thank you for reading, and have a spectacular night, everyone!


-Immortal Beloved <3

Now I am officially in...

IN THE MAJOR LEAGUE, MAN. I am officially in gr. 6 piano, and am as you know depressed I have no Beethoven songs, but no need to fear, I have Bach, Haydn, and no Mozart because of my strong hatred towards him. Beethoven had troubles, but he was at heart a kind man, Mozart had troubles and was just a cruel man at heart. I wouldn't be surprised if Beethoven had thought the same thing as he grew.
Just a check in... And leave your comments below!
-Immortal Beloved <3

What a Wonderful Week.

Hi once again, and this post is mostly me boring you with my own pleasure.... Actually, interesting things happened this weekend. I am now sitting here, typing away in my room on my HP laptop, in my awesome black sweat pants. They are from my competitive dance school and just the most comfy thing in the whole world... How amazing... Today, is my first class since the break of summer, and I am ecstatic for everyone to see my sweat pants today anywhere I go because they say, "Dancer" on the back and say all sorts of other stuff you guys won't get, so if you won't laugh, don't say it.
I am now in gr. 6 piano and I am very angry... NO BEETHOVEN SONGS IN THE WHOLE THING! No Tchaikovsky or Bach or Gurlitt... ANYWHERE!!! :( One of the most sad weekends too. If Beethoven isn't in the book, why should there even be a book?
Thanks for reading my short waste of time, and...
See you next time!!!
-Immortal Beloved <3

The Conclusion

Okay, so I just finished writing my book, and now I am currently writing the sequel to it. Here is a bit of the, "Conclusion".

I looked down with a sigh. “Kid, you okay?” Michael asked.

“No, I made friends there, really good friends, and to think you left them there to die, that now they all are dead, it hurts. It mostly is your fault.”

“How is it my fault?” Michael asked paranoid. “I didn’t throw the bomb!”

            My faced turned red. “Are you kidding me? What you did was just as bad, you left people without homes die and just save me! Even when you knew I didn’t want to come with you! I would of loved to die without you there!”

            Michael wouldn’t talk to me for the rest of the day, so I knew he was going to leave soon, I was in charge now of the dump Michael lived in, so it was my responsibility to make lunch and dinner now, he was probably going to go out to the bar and get drunk for a bit. Michael never drinks and drives, so he would probably wait for like 2 hours until driving, he was probably going to get home by 11:00 pm.

            I fetched the fish from my fishing basket and threw it in the fire. I watched the bright flames grow greater and greater and sparks flew through my long blonde hair and the fish darkened. I heard Michael’s deep cough loudly come out coming from the kitchen. I didn’t want to talk to him now, he was probably still drunk. But he looked sincere.

“Hey little girl, what are you doing up this late? Get to bed.” Michael ordered. “No, I am cooking dinner, and by the way dad, you probably aren’t hungry after partying all night, so I didn’t cook you a fish.” I gave Michael a dirty look.

            “Kid, it’s not my fault your best friends are dead, I feel guilty I left them there to die, I wish you would talk to me about how you feel little girl, I love you, more than you know. I know I don’t show it, but deep inside of me, I need forgiveness.” I looked up at Michael from my angry sigh. I felt his hurt, I knew he was upset, so I decided to give him a chance.

            “Okay, you know what? Let me just build a little hut outside of your trailer, obviously, it will be hard living with you.” I looked at my burnt fish, and put it on the clean detailed glass plate. I walked inside silently not looking back at Michael’s upset sigh.

            I read more and more of my most prized book, by Shelbea Trente, my favourite author, and closed my beloved book when I saw Michael approach my room.

“Arianna, pack your bags. I phoned your Aunt Lucy to take you to her big penthouse, you can’t live here.”

“Why? I love it here! I love the forest, I’ve made friends with a hawk! Where else can you do that?” I laughed.

“People are after me, Arianna, if they find me, they’ll find you. I did something earlier in life after I left you-”

“What happened? What did you do?” I cut Michael off.  “Well, I haven’t answered the one question you always ask me, which is how’d you know the bomb was coming and when to save you, well, I kind of have a gift, a gift of a man who can read or see the future. So people hunt others down with a gift like that, and if you are found, they will kill you.”

            I was in shock, my dad was a man who could read the future, or see apparently, I froze. I looked back at Michael and said, “You and I are staying together, I don’t have a mom or a dad now, no. You’re staying with me.”   

            I ended up packing my bags, I always have never made my point. It was Friday and I was going to see my Aunt Lucy and leave my dad to die.

“Dad! How old is Lucy now?”

“About 48. Why?”

“Nothing.” I made an oddly looking face.

           

            I sat in a fancy velvet chair with beautiful curves that were outlined with a gold frame. My plump Aunt Lucy planted her fat bright red lips on my cheek. “Sweetie, how’s your old woman?” My aunt said in her New Jersey accent. “My mom’s dead, don’t try to pretend you don’t know. Believe me, I’m not so happy I’m here myself.” Aunt Lucy giggled and wobbled her way into the kitchen.

            I flipped my shiny blonde hair with my fingers that were painted carefully with a shade of pink on my light, long nails. Aunt Lucy came back with a pot of tea, the pot was a beautiful china pot with a glass handle that was chipped on the stem of the flower that was part of the decoration and design of the pot.

            “Now, honey bun,  I didn’t mean to hurt you, I just miss your dear mother as much as you do! Come on, as long as you live under my roof, we have as much fun as possible!”

            Imagine this, your aunt promises you that you will have so much fun with her, well I ended up having the time of my life helping Aunt Lucy with…

CLEANING DAY!

            It was now  Thursday and I had been at Aunt Lucy’s for 6 days already and I was still missing my dad. He promised to call me while I was at Lucy’s, and still no calls from Michael Morvan. I asked Aunt Lucy, “Do you think dad is alive still Lucy?”

“Of course my favourite niece! Well, maybe.” Aunt Lucy roared with laughter.

            I screamed in a girly voice. Aunt Lucy told me to shut up like she usually does and slammed the door to the kitchen. I made an obnoxious loud curse and ran up the narrow dark wooden stairs that ended right across from the guest room, which was now my room. Aunt Lucy’s house was so big that the guest room was the size of the first floor of my old house when I lived with my mom.

            I lay down in a large bed the colour of a peach with yellow daisies that almost looked like they popped out of the comforter. The room was the room I used to have my naps when I was 2 when I came over to Aunt Lucy’s house for sleepovers. I heard a knock at the front door. I listened to hear a strange sounding man come into the house with loud shoes, man, how loud can you get?

            The man looked at Aunt Lucy rudely and stared at her as if he was ordering her. I walked down stairs and asked Aunt Lucy a question I didn’t care about, I just wanted to see who the obnoxious man was.

            It turned out the man was Aunt Lucy’s boyfriend who she met at the bar in San Francisco. Did I mention Lucy is a huge partier? Well, I should’ve because now if this man is going to date such a partier, wait until he meets me, the modest girl he has to live with. I just hope I don’t have to go to their wedding, well, he did propose, so Aunt Lucy is probably going to make me come. What a waste of my life.

           

            I was home alone, while Aunt Lucy and Christopher went out to dinner, I was sitting on my laptop, telling my friends how I was scared. I only wanted to cry, I wouldn’t even care if my dad came in that second, I wouldn’t even care.

            A knock at the door almost shook the house and made me drop my precious laptop. I peeked through the hidden window at the front of the house and saw Aunt Lucy, I glared and opened the door, “Yes?” I asked. “I hate Christopher, I just hate him!”

“It was only 3 minutes, a new record Lucy!”
I smiled.

“No time for jokes! Christopher told me that he had plans after dinner so we had to hurry up for our date, and I asked him what the plans were, and he wouldn’t tell me. So, I grabbed him and shook him and screamed when I saw a girl’s name that sounded like a joke, on a piece of paper, along with her address, and number, Arianna!” Her New Jersey accent made everything sound okay.

I laughed. “Whatever, I’m tired, see you later Lucy!” I giggled, I loved making my jolly fat aunt scream.

            It was now half into the month, and my dad wasn’t phoning. So, I picked up Aunt Lucy’s iPhone, and called, the exact number, 6479231843, It rung and rung, until I heard a beautiful voice ask, “Who may this young caller be?” She giggled kindly.

“Hello, I am Arianna Trakoint, and I am the daughter of Michael Morvan, if you do not mind me asking, who am I speaking with?” I asked politely.

“Well, this is very interesting, I am your father’s assistant, or should I say, the lady who watches your father on shift 5 incase he escapes.”

“What do you mean escape?”

“Your father is held hostage little girl, he is in jail, so only call on the weekend.” The lady’s voice seemed so nice at first, but after she told me she was holding my dad hostage, I wanted to make sure she could never speak again.

“Oh, thank you for your time, and thanks for telling me my dad is held hostage, that was REALLY, nice to know!” I yelled in to the phone.

            I needed a plan to get my dad out of jail, and to get past my fat Aunt Lucy!  She could recognize my nose from miles away!  I had to think well, but fast…

             I told Lucy when I was “pretending to go to the mall with my buds”, that I was running out of shoes, she looked down at my ripped shoes that you could barely see, you could only see my squished and red foot throbbing. “Okay, go on to the mall Arianna, but be back by 6. Okay?”

“Of course, can’t wait to get out of this house!” I moaned.

            I went to the St. John’s Town Jail to get started, who knew where my dad was trapped in with a guard of bars? If he wasn’t there, I would go somewhere else,  it was that easy.

Yeah right.

            “Name please.” Oh God, don’t I look exactly like my dad? Believe me, you can see the resemblance. “Joy Katania. I am the daughter of Michelle Katania.” I didn’t know if I had to lie to see my dad, and I did like the name Katania, and to fool around with people.

“I don’t know a Michelle!”

            “That’s because she is a secret, only you and I know about her now.” I winked at the broad looking man.  “Okay, well if that’s the case, here, take the secret way, it’s just passing Michael Morvan’s room.” I giggled.

           

            “I tricked the man at the front! He thought I was going to see Michelle Katania, but I was actually seeing you! Now he is going to report a Michelle Katania that is a BIG secret to the jail, and he’ll get fired for making up something so stupid!” I laughed heavily.

            “Get out of here! I thought I warned you! You know what! I don’t appreciate you coming, get out of here!” Michael screamed, but still whispered softly at the same time.

            Michael looked skinny, old, and weak. He looked more strict each time he spoke. He wasn’t the careless Michael I knew, he was serious when he warned me.

            “LOOK WHAT THEY DID TO ME! DO YOU WANT THAT, ARIANNA?”

            “No father, I don’t but I missed you! You didn’t call and I was-“

            “I couldn’t call! They watch your every move! If you didn’t know I was in jail and called me… dad, they would be after you…” Michael seemed quiet and scared. He shivered from his spine to his feet and was red all over.

            “Michael , I miss you. I miss your every day hugs and curses. I miss your once a month slap, and everyday laughs. I know, that seems stupid to miss, but it made me realize, that is SO  much better than living with my mother’s dead body staring at me every night, as if I were pretending she was alive, and hoping she could still take care of me. I lied to Lucy hoping you would like to come along and escape!”

            Michael looked at me as if I were an idiot, “They will see you! They are all over! You couldn’t pull it off, and if they did catch me, they would beat me until they see my funeral booked! I wouldn’t take a chance any-“

            “Stop right there Mr. Morvan! You always taught me to stick to my guns, literally, and now, it’s time someone tells you that! Get out of this jail and feel free just because you have a gift!” I smiled and cheered, feeling just like Mackenzie Joy, the head cheerleader at my home school.

            “Michael looked at me disappointed, “I never taught you that little flutter budget, and I never would, that’s stupid and wrong, guess your mom taught you that one.” I pushed Michael.

            “Maybe she did teach me that one, it’s better than you could ever of come up with!” I stomped my foot and left the jail, it was depressing to see my father looking and sounding like a pile of trash. 

            While leaving the jail, I thought I saw someone that looked familiar, and I realized it was the owner of the orphanage! There were rumors that she threw the bombs because she was going to commit suicide. Now, she was in jail for killing over 100 children.

             “Oh my gosh, holy! I thought I would never see you again, Jenna! How are you?” I guess I looked sarcastic, because Jenna said, “Well, I’m in jail stuck and trapped and dying and getting teased by an 18 year old, so I think pretty fine!” I smiled.

            I suddenly heard a terrible shriek, that sounded like a scream. I hurried to Michael’s room to find him yelling for help as police cut his hair to his ears. Michael had hair to his shoulders before and was terrified to see it was gone.

            I held Michael’s hand as the police carried me away, he screamed and yelled, but it wasn’t because of his hair…

He was having a heart attack.

            I couldn’t let this happen, my mother died of a heart attack and I couldn’t live with Aunt Lucy for the rest of my life, well, I thought Michael was take care of me afterwards he was let out of jail, but I remembered Michael telling me it was far too dangerous to live with him.

            I yelled at a police officer, “I am in training! I know that I’m only a teenager, 18, but I was accepted, that good!” I convinced a dumb looking officer, “Boys! This one is in training! Let her do her job!” I smiled and thanked the clueless man and said, “Now, open that door for me, Joe, I’ll bring this guy to a slammer with, “less”, hair. Open all the doors now, even the one that leads to our cars, this one is dangerous, I’m going to take him downtown boys.” I tried to sound like they sound in those police movies, and for an 18 year old lady, I thought I did well.

            I quickly led my dad out of the slammer and raced to the cars, “DRIVE DAD, DRIVE!” I hurried my hurting dad, not even caring or noticing he was almost dead.

            We got 2 tickets, and yelled at by the same old, cranky lady behind us 6 times. I should of realized he was asleep.

            I was sent home by the cops back to Lucy’s and got a 10,000 dollar fined for impersonating a cop. I was angry, my dad was sent to jail for 4 more years all because of me, and I had no chance of getting a call, or seeing him ever again.

            Aunt Lucy took the whole fined pretty well, I think, “ Holy God! You stupid girl! My, $10,000! Why won’t your dad pay for this!? He was driving!”

I looked down, “The police said if I took him out and released him, I wouldn’t have to pay for letting him escape since it is such a high price for the fined and I got a ticket, so-”

Lucy cut me off, “ Why didn’t you drive? You have your license! I knew I couldn’t let a Morvan in my house, you Morvans are all idiots, wild I should say.” I was fed up with Lucy, she has gone to far, I was ready to escape somewhere I call jail, Lucy’s house.

            “Lucy, you are older than me, so I should respect my elders, so I will say this the nicest way I can, we Morvans have very high ability, more than you will ever have. So, oh I can’t take this! Shut up about me and I live here so close your loud beak and start quacking about someone else!” I felt relieved, I could hear that effect that is on TV start to cheer for me and gasp. I loved feeling right about my family, I knew more than anyone did about my mother and father, and now that I was living with Lucy, I could show my talent and joy by going against her all of my life.

            I was tired of being bullied by my own aunt, so I decided to run away. I had planned to go to my friend Becky’s house until I get a job and a house and a car.

            I didn’t tell Lucy I was leaving, I just called Becky and she asked her parents and I packed.

It was that simple, but there were a few obstacles…

Thank you for reading!
-Immortal Beloved <3

HONOURS!

I find out today I passed my exam with 80% and have honours! What a relief, and accomplishment!

-Immortal Beloved<3

Pianist...

Hi, as you know I am Immortal Beloved, and just happen so to be in gr. 6 piano, and have done 2 Royal Conservatory exams in my life, and am absolutely in love with Ludwig Van Beethoven. I have written many biographies and scrapbooks about him, and play many on his songs.

When I grow up I want to be a composer like Beethoven, and play many instruments.

I teach piano to my friends, and really love to play.

The song above is my favourite song my Beethoven, entitled, "Moonlight Sonata". Sonata #14. My grandmother used to play it, and now is ill, so I have tried to learn it, but I am not in gr.12 piano, I am only in gr. 6. So if you have the sheet music for it, please comment below and tell me where I can find it.
Thank you!

-Immortal Beloved <3

BASEBALL!

Today, I am sitting in my living room with my Dad, watching the Jays, (Blue Jays) play. Yet, not being to a real stadium yet to see them, soon my wish will be granted, and before I know it, I will be catching a foul ball, unless Josh Hamilton from the Texas Rangers throws it to me and I fall 40 feet into a pit, I CAN'T WAIT!
BYE!
-Immortal Beloved <3

Layla + Peanut = BFF's :)

Every morning I wake up to my beautiful cat, Layla, wagging her tail at her best friend, Peanut. Watching her eat the salted nuts I give out to her every night, excitedly.
It is no surprise one morning Peanut was there like usual, and Layla was more excited than ever. But it seemed 3 other squirrels were there, all fighting over the peanuts that dumb me is giving to them.
Sometimes when our screen door is open, Layla likes to put her paws up on the screen and Peanut comes and looks in at her and does the same.

As much as I would like to let Layla outside, she is an indoor cat, and doesn't have the needles to protect herself from some things coming from outside.

Pictured to the right, it was Christmas, and Layla always loves to sit in a bag or a box. To the left of her, is our Upright piano in our living room.

In a better picture of our piano is pictured to the left, where I practice all of my piano, other than my keyboard downstairs.

Thank you for reading!

-Immortal Beloved <3

Just a Check In...

After a long day at being at Nascar, a race track, being at Vaughan Mills, and going home to a night of soccer, scoring 2 goals and winning the game 5 nothing, and then receiving tornado watch as I try to fall asleep, listening to my very favourite show, The Golden Girls, I am never packing so much into a day.

This is a just a check in, while I have nothing to say...
To write soon!

-Immortal Beloved<3

BOREDOM:

Exactly my problem.

I

 am now currently sitting inside my family room, on Microsoft Word, trying to log into hotmail, and watching TV. Which for an outdoorsy girl such as myself, is a first.  Technology is not one of my specialties, and is definitely not one of my hobbies, though I hate the thought of staying inside all day on a computer, when it is beautiful outside.

I was just coming into my home from rollerblading around the neighborhood, filled with boredom. No one is around to hang out with, and it is too chilly to roller blade without being completely freezing with showered wet hair.

I am on my way to posting my newest composition, as described in my previous post, “Semi Grace”, on the blog so you can all hear it officially.

 Pictured above is Sonata number 14 composed by Ludwig Van Beethoven. It is my very favorite composition. My grandmother, Carol Joy, was a pianist herself and played that song every night for my mother and uncle until they fell asleep when they were children.

Then my grandmother was diagnosed with Alzheimer’s disease in her early 60’s. She wasn’t able to play the piano anymore, and her piano was passed down to me.

I have been trying for 4 years to learn it, but grade 12 piano is not even close to my grade, because I am in grade 6 piano. If anyone reading knows how to play it and where to get the sheet music that is a bit closer to grade 6, please contact me in the comments below.

-Immortal Beloved <3