The Fury

[MilfHunter]

It seemed like it would be a piano lesson like all others; I was wrong. I should have known since all day long I felt a monster inside me waiting to burst open. Well, I was in the waiting room and my nice piano teacher opened that fateful door and said the chilling words, “Lesson will start”. I entered her room, sat on the bench, opened my Chopin Etudes book, and put it on Revolutionary Etude.
“Proceed.” she said.
I started playing the piano cooly, semi-detached, quasi-bored, and felt like I was wasting my time. She made me play it twice. She stopped me short when I was about to start the third time, and asked:
“How do you feel about this piece? Ready for recital? This etude is awfully hard…”
I couldn’t believe my ears. To say this simple etude is hard was amazing to me. I then said, “I was born ready.” I closed my lips and said nothing else in the manner of Rachmaninoff. I noticed this bugged my teacher and she said: “You play it wonderfully, but I wonder…can you play a little bit faster?” This insulted me…did she not know who she was talking to?
I instantly felt my veins swell up, my blood was rushing, and my fingers were burning. I popped my colar, put my aviators on, unfixed my hair, let it fall on my face, threw my hands up in the air, and in a fit of fury unleashed the greatest sound ever made on the piano-however, here is the catch: It was a be-octaved Revolutionary Etude. The monster within was finally out. Every crescendo was horrifying, the speed made Cziffra turn in his grave and Liszt cursed his fingers. It was all pandemonium in the room; the teacher could not believe her ears. It was not the sound of a piano. The notes flew like bullets from a machine gun. An octave-Revolutionary Etude! The ending was so tremendous that the earth shook.
I stood up, picked up my books, and left the room without saying a word and went home. I had made history.

[Rachel]

wTF

[Rachel]

MAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANnnnnn

da ZIFF ROOLED OVA IN HIS GARAVE!!!

da eRATH SHOOK

da gensui

[Rob]

It seemed lyk it would be a piano lesson lyk all others; I was wrong. I should have known since all day long I felt a monster inside mah-bad-self waiting to burst open. Well, I was in da waiting room n my nice piano teacher opened dat fateful door n said da chilling words, “Lesson will start”. I entered her room, sat on da bench, opened my Chopin Etudes book, n put it on Revolutionary Etude.
“Proceed.” she said.
I started playing da piano cooly, semi-detached, quasi-bored, n felt lyk I was wasting my time. She made mah-bad-self play it twice. She stopped mah-bad-self short when I was about to start da third time, n asked:
“How do you feel about dis song? Ready for recital? dis etude iz awfully hard…”
I couldn’t believe my ears. To say dis simple etude iz hard was amazing to mah-bad-self. I den said, “I was born ready.” I closed my lips n said nothing else in da manner of Rachmaninoff. I noticed dis bugged my teacher n she said: “You play it wonderfully, but I wonder…can you play a little bit faster?” dis insulted mah-bad-self…did she not know who she was talking to?
I instantly felt my veins swell up, my blood was rushing, n my fingers were burning. I popped my colar, put my aviators on, unfixed my hair, let it fall on my face, threw my hands up in da air, n in a fit of fury unleashed da greatest sound ever made on da piano-however, here iz da catch: It was a be-octaved Revolutionary Etude. da monster within was finally out. Every crescendo was horrifying, da speed made Cziffra turn in his grave n Liszt cursed his fingers. It was all pandemonium in da room; da teacher could not believe her ears. It was not da sound of a piano. da notes flew lyk bullets from a machine gun. An octave-Revolutionary Etude! da ending was so tremendous dat da earth shook.
I stood up, picked up my books, n left da room without saying a word n went home. I had made history.

hahahaha pozt a rec u mofo

edit: pleaze

[MilfHunter]

Muh bad self tried recording it numerous timez, but technology is not so advanced to record the sound faster than the speed of light, you moron! The tape blew up, I cant record it… < this guy rolled in his grave…

[Rob]

hhahaha arguably