Billy pyed the piano with such ess that it didn't resoh the surroundings. The musi was filled with paperwork and files, amidst a sea of boxes, the musi tio fun with its outstanding achievement, only in spirit. or's tireless drumming tihis time, synized in an attempt to plement the song "Lose Yourself" with apa. Maestro Spencer tinued instrug or and Billy.

  Just a month and a half, with no apparent worries or plications, just a month and a half, and he could see his main, his preother who cooked deliciously. He felt the urge to calm the premonition that darkened his heart, almost as if an invisible hand were pierg his nerves and chilling his blood. Billy felt that something wasn't quite right. Distracted by numerical thoughts, he stopped pying the arpeggio that Professor Spencer had early requested and pyed a different one. "Enemy" with its strong chorus and challenging music filled the air.

  -No, no, no, no. Py the arpeggio; you o practice your basic skills. Stop daydreaming, young man, - Spencer said, his white woole with musiotes made him stand out.

  Spencer was n. Though Billy veyed his ideas in songs, he could not py plicated melodies on the piano and often missed some he melody wasn't as smooth as he initially thought, and Billy had to refine his mistakes from the beginning to avoid making them much ter.

  -I just got carried away! - Billy said, returning to py the arpeggios, over and over, without rest. Pausing to start again. With Spencer's gaze at his back, he repeated the process slowly, not missing any keys, pying clearly from top to bottom with all his fingers, in the best possible way.

  -Now you return to the bad-forth rhythm. You o go from top to bottom with force. Remember, the pattern it should take is the same, with some differences specific to the scale. Your challenge is to find the musicality uo the first scale, - Spencer said.

  -It sounds plicated, - Billy said, oppositely pying the first notes, without finding a good rhythm. With two quick touches, he mao update the scale, but the rhythm didn't e.

  -Now you see what you're missing; it's the tempo of how a scale should flow. Every key pyed correctly is not enough; you adjust the tempo usually slowly to apany your singing, not very good, but enough for a novice like you. Now you must uand that just pying notes isn't enough; you must create a true harmony. You almost have it with your song 'Like a Stone,' but it sometimes falters. When you learn all 28 arpeggios, and the 25 scales, along with the 30 basigs, with that and your knowledge of eaote, you'll be a good pianist in five years at the pace yoing, but don't be mistaken, it's years of work. It took or two years w with me and another 2 years on his own, but music as a career is more than just art; it's a long and plicated discipline in so many ways, - Spencer said.

  -I uand, Maestro, but every day I feel like I'm gettier, - Billy said, improving his piano movements more and more. Yesterday, he had leveled up on the piano, and his improvement wasn't evident, but to an ear as trained as Spencer's, the physical crity of improvement arent, and he only nodded approvingly at Billy's training, arranging his acoustic guitar and tinuing to py forcefully.

  Status:

  Billy Carson.

  Vocal: (6/40) Level 3: Student.

  Piano: (2/20) Level 2: Novice.

  Rating: Worldwide.

  Numbers: Followers.

  Songs:

  · Like Stone.

  · Celebrate Life...

  · Lose Yourself.

  · Enemy.

  -What do you think, Maestro? I'm getting the hang of it, - Billy said, ging the musical detail from a whole o a quarter note. Intuition in music was good acc to Spencer's firmations; most songs depended on the mirage between musid theoretical practice, as practice, for all skill, required some sustenance.

  -We'll stay food while loo keep practig, - Spencer said, sitting aside, pying it quickly, adding a few more, about five to seven medium notes, one every three, plig the arpeggio in difficulty and delivery. Eaote came a, aiming to improve the entire song; some had to be executed with a skipping teique, as described, the wrist performs a little skip to give it speed, positioning, and the ability to py the whole melody in one go.

  -Don't bother, Maestro, I'll have this little activity ready by tomorrow, - Billy said.

  Spencer sighed at the fidence. - Tomorrow, we'll practice the 8 arpeggios and the 8 scales we've worked on so far. You'll know them all, and you'll perform them oer another until your hands ache, - Spencer said, correg Billy's posture in the best possible ways, as he always did during music activities.

  -I'd do it until I bleed, - Billy said.

  Only to receive a tap on the back of his head.

  -That's harmful. You o rest after your hands ache, engage i activities, and exercises to prevent possible or future injuries, and you should knoplies to your voice, too, you silly boy, - Spencer said.

  -Silly boy, - Billy mimicked.

  But he got no response. Spencer was tough only in music; otherwise, he was a gentle and polite bear who preferred insults. Since childhood, he had been shy, and only his passion for music made him speak up, which earned him the most importa of studying musid being a teacher.

  or tinued with the strident sound of the musi a owo, one, and two rhythms, the drumsticks moving, but nobody seemed to mind the noise, after three months for Billy, and a lifetime for Spencer.

  -Maestro, I have a new song, - Billy said.

  -For ter, save them for Peter Wolf, for now, or isn't pletely capable of handling two songs. Give us some time; I mao fight in some way, but it's irely fair. We o practice, - Spencer said.

  -But I want to show it to him; besides, or will like it. This one's for a skilled drummer. And well, it's a song that resonates with my current situation, very mu lih what's happening in this 'prison,' - Billy said.

  -It's not a prison, my dear, it's just a nice pce where they educate children who have lost their way or steer them away from the wrong path, - Spencer said.

  -He wants to hear it! - Billy insisted.

  -Go ahead, but I must say, you have a high bar to surpass; your two songs have beeive and profound in their ht, - Spencer said.

  -You won't regret it, - Billy said, pure happiness in his voice. However, from his heart, a fury spread like a golden star, a fury that he trained while singing it to the point of making it natural, and all of it was the way Billy had decided to sing with all his heart.

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