"My fingers glide across the ivory keys as I play. Smooth music resounds from the piano, which is also my best friend. For once, I don't feel rejected or alone. It's just me and the piano. A couple of mistakes here, a couple mistakes there - it's all right, because no one is watching. No one is listening. My fingers are trained to play until perfection and then I am satisfied. Although to the world, I'm just an amateur. But to me, for one moment in the day, I can be good at something."