You play the panyo. The pan-pee-an-yo. The piano. You pick out the notes with your tongue poking out of the corner of your mouth. Your fingers are chubby with baby fat. When you reach for a B, they slip. You miss the note.
Repetition lets your mind run fast.
You stop playing. Put the offending finger between your teeth. Bite. Pain jolts through you. Tears spring to your eyes. With your finger throbbing, you go back to playing.