From the ages of 4 to 17, I was a classically trained pianist. My parents made me do it because all the other Chinese kids were. Practicing piano was a daily form of torture that resulted in tears and screaming fights with my mom. Recitals were all about making my parents look good, and if I messed up even a little, I was sure to hear about it afterwards. So when you come see me play the pianika at the Happy Dog Gallery next Saturday, please know that I have not practiced at all, and am well aware that I'm making an ass out of myself. You've been warned.
-Randi Black.
Oh, yeah, my novel, Miss World, rules.
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