Tonight I was supposed to finish a page of Maths, but Clair de Lune has been playing in my room for so long that I stopped counting. I know the piece is old, and I know my mum thinks I will get bored of it, but I don’t. The piano is quiet in a way that feels like thinking, not like someone trying to fill the silence.
She came in once and said I would get tired. I didn’t know how to explain that I like how the melody keeps coming back, a little softer each time, as if it is not sure it should stay.
In Business we learned opportunity cost: if you choose one thing, you give up something else. I keep remembering that when the song starts again. If I keep Clair de Lune on, I am not choosing another song, and I am also not finishing the homework as quickly as I should. The track is free on my phone, which is a strange kind of free, because I am still paying with the evening. My book is open on the same page it was an hour ago.
I like music more than graphs, and I still want to study finance later, which sounds like a contradiction even to me. Then I think finance is also about choosing — you put money in one place so you cannot put it in another. Tonight I put Friday night into this one piano piece instead of a video, and I am not sure that was the wrong choice.
Some people pay a lot of money to hear this in a concert hall. I am hearing it at a desk, with a pencil in my hand. It is not the same thing. The hall is special, and the room is just a room, but the feeling is still the song.
I should go back to the Maths. I will play it one more time and then stop, except I already know I probably will not.