My extended thoughts to you (my piano recital fuck-ups)

Now is the time to do, not think. I fucked up my piano recital good this time, and the only truth to be found is this: I fucked up my piano recital. It didn't go well from the beginning with "Dream of the Forgotten Child." The topic just really ate at me, and I was disallowed from performing. The child was forgotten, but apparently the only thing anybody did about it was write a god damned song. Too late now.

My next piece was (apparently) something I came up with off the top of my head. I called it, "The Sorrow of St. Elsewhere." It was not a hit. It also wasn't even close to the theme song from the TV show with the same name, although in my head I had all of the intentions to make it just that. I've been thinking about that show a lot, the thematic content and what it means to me, the character flaws, etc. Bottom line: I fucked that one up.

Lastly, I was told to discontinue by Ms. Jenkins, but I instead opted to play my ass right off to the Peanuts theme, a wildly popular and beloved song. I cracked a big smile and went right on with my crowd-pleasing. I was subsequently suddenly attacked by a massive heart pain and fell asleep. A physiological failure it seems. In total, everything was fucked up. I'll write you from Toledo.