Dancing on Keys
To my parents, I was their obedient and kind daughter.
To my students, I was their gentle and understanding piano teacher.
To my audience, I was the star performer at the cabaret.
Of all these different identities, my favorite was by far the last. I enjoyed the hungry gazes that fell on me, searing my skin like flames. I enjoyed the juxtaposition between my different identities, never tired of playing different roles. In a sense, I was born to act, and I was passionately devoted to each of my identities.
So, won't you come watch me dance?
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