superstar: sings for everybody

Billy played the piano with such calmness that it didn't resonate with the surroundings. The music room was filled with paperwork and files, amidst a sea of boxes, the music room continued to function with its outstanding achievement, only in spirit. Connor's tireless drumming continued, this time, synchronized in an attempt to complement the song "Lose Yourself" with accompaniment. Maestro Spencer continued instructing Connor and Billy.

Just a month and a half, with no apparent worries or complications, just a month and a half, and he could see his mother again, his precious mother who cooked deliciously. He felt the urge to calm the premonition that darkened his heart, almost as if an invisible hand were piercing his nerves and chilling his blood. Billy felt that something wasn't quite right. Distracted by numerical thoughts, he stopped playing the arpeggio that Professor Spencer had earnestly requested and played a different one. "Enemy" with its strong chorus and challenging music filled the air.

-No, no, no, no. Play the arpeggio; you need to practice your basic skills. Stop daydreaming, young man, - Spencer said, his white woolen vest with musical notes made him stand out.

Spencer was not wrong. Though Billy conveyed his ideas in songs, he could not play complicated melodies on the piano and often missed some notes. The melody wasn't as smooth as he initially thought, and Billy had to refine his mistakes from the beginning to avoid making them much later.

-I just got carried away! - Billy said, returning to play the arpeggios, over and over, without rest. Pausing to start again. With Spencer's gaze at his back, he repeated the process slowly, not missing any keys, playing clearly from top to bottom with all his fingers, in the best possible way.

-Now you can return to the back-and-forth rhythm. You need to go from top to bottom with force. Remember, the pattern it should take is the same, with some differences specific to the scale. Your challenge is to find the musicality unique to the first scale, - Spencer said.

-It sounds complicated, - Billy said, oppositely playing the first notes, without finding a good rhythm. With two quick touches, he managed to update the scale, but the rhythm didn't come.

-Now you see what you're missing; it's the tempo of how a scale should flow. Every key played correctly is not enough; you adjust the tempo usually slowly to accompany your singing, not very good, but enough for a novice like you. Now you must understand that just playing notes isn't enough; you must create a true harmony. You almost have it with your song 'Like a Stone,' but it sometimes falters. When you learn all 28 arpeggios, and the 25 scales, along with the 30 basic songs, with that and your knowledge of each note, you'll be a good pianist in five years at the pace you're going, but don't be mistaken, it's years of work. It took Connor two years working with me and another 2 years on his own, but music as a career is more than just art; it's a long and complicated discipline in so many ways, - Spencer said.

-I understand, Maestro, but every day I feel like I'm getting better, - Billy said, improving his piano movements more and more. Yesterday, he had leveled up on the piano, and his improvement wasn't evident, but to an ear as trained as Spencer's, the physical clarity of improvement was apparent, and he only nodded approvingly at Billy's training, arranging his acoustic guitar and continuing to play forcefully.

Status:

Billy Carson.

Vocal: (6/40) Level 3: Student.

Piano: (2/20) Level 2: Novice.

Rating: Worldwide.

Numbers: Followers.

Songs:

· Like Stone.

· Celebrate Life...

· Lose Yourself.

· Enemy.

-What do you think, Maestro? I'm getting the hang of it, - Billy said, changing the musical detail from a whole note to a quarter note. Intuition in music was good according to Spencer's confirmations; most songs depended on the mirage between music and theoretical practice, as practice, for all skill, required some sustenance.

-We'll stay for a good while longer to keep practicing, - Spencer said, sitting aside, playing it quickly, adding a few more, about five to seven medium notes, one every three, complicating the arpeggio in difficulty and delivery. Each note came and went, aiming to improve the entire song; some had to be executed with a skipping technique, as described, the wrist performs a little skip to give it speed, positioning, and the ability to play the whole melody in one go.

-Don't bother, Maestro, I'll have this little activity ready by tomorrow, - Billy said.

Spencer sighed at the confidence. - Tomorrow, we'll practice the 8 arpeggios and the 8 scales we've worked on so far. You'll know them all, and you'll perform them one after another until your hands ache, - Spencer said, correcting Billy's posture in the best possible ways, as he always did during music activities.

-I'd do it until I bleed, - Billy said.

Only to receive a tap on the back of his head.

-That's harmful. You need to rest after your hands ache, engage in rest activities, and exercises to prevent possible or future injuries, and you should know that applies to your voice, too, you silly boy, - Spencer said.

-Silly boy, - Billy mimicked.

But he got no response. Spencer was tough only in music; otherwise, he was a gentle and polite bear who preferred insults. Since childhood, he had been shy, and only his passion for music made him speak up, which earned him the most important merit of studying music and becoming a teacher.

Connor continued with the strident sound of the music, in a one, two, one, and two rhythms, the drumsticks moving, but nobody seemed to mind the noise, after three months for Billy, and a lifetime for Spencer.

-Maestro, I have a new song, - Billy said.

-For later, save them for Peter Wolf, for now, Connor isn't completely capable of handling two songs. Give us some time; I manage to fight in some way, but it's not entirely fair. We need to practice, - Spencer said.

-But I want to show it to him; besides, Connor will like it. This one's for a skilled drummer. And well, it's a song that resonates with my current situation, very much in line with what's happening in this 'prison,' - Billy said.

-It's not a prison, my dear, it's just a nice place where they educate children who have lost their way or steer them away from the wrong path, - Spencer said.

-He wants to hear it! - Billy insisted.

-Go ahead, but I must say, you have a high bar to surpass; your two songs have been creative and profound in their own right, - Spencer said.

-You won't regret it, - Billy said, pure happiness in his voice. However, from his heart, a fury spread like a golden star, a fury that he trained while singing it to the point of making it natural, and all of it was the way Billy had decided to sing with all his heart.

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