Abel Van Oevaren @ Calvin Klein
I was supposed to meet a couple of friends for dinner. Frisbee later.
And then you were invited down by one of us. To play with us. Unexpectedly
So I excused myself from the group, because I had work. And you said you were going to the studio with one amongst us to practice for your gig. And you invited me to come along to chill with yall.
And I didn’t know how to react. So I said that I have to work. But I walked with yall, since way to the studio was the same. And we parted ways.
Later that evening, I texted yall. Could I come to the studio with yall? You said yes. But that’s probably a rhetorical answer. You couldn’t say no, right?
So I procrastinated a little. 2 hours. Lol!
I played with the frisbee group. And then I texted yall again.
Darn the studio was closed. But yall were still hanging out outside the studio. So I hurried down. And you asked me to comment on the playlist (and not the singing itself). And I gave my remarks. And as usual, you rebutted everything I said.
And I told you that I have quit teaching piano - I’m now working to become a vocal coach. And you gave that sad face. You said that you would want me to teach you. But…
I ignored you.
I said that all my kids were quite uninspired by my piano. And they seem to be more interested in singing instead. So I had to change. And adapt. And learn to be in trend.
But you gave me that… judgemental stare. And insisted that I helped you with piano.
And we were talking about music harmony throughout the walk back to the subway. And you nodded and pretended to understand. Yet I saw right through you. And I knew you didn’t understand a word I said. But I continued. Because I knew that you would probably have been as condescending with your specialist subject if the tables were turned against me.
And then on the train you finally admitted that you couldn’t understand a single word which I said. And I pretended to be surprised. And you told me that you couldn’t read music notes. And you told me that you only played chords on the piano. And you could only read alphabetical chords on the piano. And then I really felt bad that I acted in such a condescending way.
Wtf you’re good…
And you asked me to give you some books to help improve your piano. And I told you that there aren’t such miracle publications. I learned piano from scratch when I was 4. Harmony. Scales. Technique. Musicality. You can’t just pick it up from a book. And you asked me again to lend you a book. It’s like a plea which I cannot refuse. So I told you that I’ll try to find one.
And that was our trip home… Boring, nerdy flirting. Urghh… Xp