**This blog was written yesterday, so some parts might not make sense. At all.**
WHAT DID I DO TO EVER RECEIVE THIS KIND OF UNREASONABLE TORTURE?
Over the past few years, I've encouraged my sister to keep playing her saxophone. She quit after middle school, and since then, she's also quit playing the piano. I didn't want her years of practicing to go to waste, and I knew that she still liked playing instruments. She'd just rather spend time on Pinterest instead.
But everything has changed. Can't she just pretend to be studying but secretly go on Twitter like she's been doing practically her whole life? No, of course not. She takes out her saxophone.
I was proud for a few seconds, thinking I was the reason that she has music in her life again. But the next few hours were spent holed up in my room trying to blast music so I couldn't hear her ridiculously high squeaks.
"Oops, I guess I'm just out of practice," she says, grinning in a carefree way. It makes me want to smash a vase against the wall.
So far, she's tried playing everything from "A Whole New World" to "Royals". EVERYTHING. Starting from her old band music to anything she could find online, including but not limited to: "Wrecking Ball", "Under the Sea", "Part of Your World", "Don't Stop Believin'", and any One Direction song. No offense, but they all sound off-key and off-beat.
No matter where I try to hide in this house, the brassy sound haunts me. You don't hear it for a few minutes? Oh, trust me, she's not finished yet.
This was not a good idea.
The comforting sound of rain and wind is the only thing stopping me from screaming right now. But oh wait, never mind, it's being drowned out by the sounds of a dying whale.
Even my neighbor's loud dog has gone quiet.