It was when I was still but a child.

Full of wonder, I gazed at the piano, almost floating still, not unlike the shimmering stars in the sky, untouched in my parent's living room.

One fateful night I summoned the courage to tiptoe over and lay my tender fingers upon its magical keys, and at that same exact moment, it spoke to me, like no other voice has ever spoken to me before...It said: "get off me". I asked: "why?". It answered: "you're really sh*t at this". So I picked up the guitar, and here I am.