The Inflation Perfectionists

The pandemic was my excuse to abandon piano lessons. 

It wasn’t that I wouldn’t practice or didn’t enjoy pounding away on the keyboard.  The problem was that my piano teacher, Tatiana, is a perfectionist.  She wanted me to get it exactly and precisely right and so I practiced the same piece over and over.  She would smile as I did my lessons but it was a strained and pathetic smile, as the masterpieces that she had loved from her youth were mangled, tortured and slowly murdered in a most grizzly fashion by yours truly.  Finally, I couldn’t do it to her anymore and I used the pandemic as a way out.