The narration, originally following the story of a boy learning how to play the trumpet and his challenges along the way, changed into a short story about falling in love with the piano. The narration is strongly supported by the music, both recorded and found.
Narration
When I was young I used to fall asleep listening to the trumpet player of my mom’s orchestra. I decided I would do anything to play that beautiful sound.
And, it came down to just that, anything, because when I asked my mom she said I had to play the piano before I learned how to play the trumpet. This definitely didn’t make sense to me, how does playing the piano have anything to do with learning how to play the trumpet, but in my mind this didn’t really seem like much of a task, because the end result was still the same, I got to play the trumpet.
So, a few weeks later, I had my very first piano class. God, I hated that instrument, but I knew in the end, the trumpet was mine, so I kept on playing. Years passed, hours and hours and hours of practicing, I slowly began to get better at the piano.
My fingers got stronger, my rhythm got better, and I started to understand just what music was all about, but at the same time I also started having fun. Playing the piano wasn’t a chore anymore, and I started playing it more often.
And one day, I completely forgot all about that trumpet.
