Dreaming in black and white

I've always wanted to learn piano. When I was a kid, I'd asked my mother, but the answer was no. A dry and hurtful no. I didn't understand. I really wanted to learn. In retrospect, I think it was a no we don't have money to indulge in your new whim.
Since then I always felt something was missing, I was not able to be like this family friend, who's mother was Russian and who good play. She was not bright but she had the right mentoring.

H used to play piano. I looked at his long and thick fingers cast their magical spell on the white an black notes. I so wanted to be able to make these sounds, any sounds just one. I was so taken by the music. il jouait faux Fairuz, but it didn't matter. Seeing he was able to play, opened the wound again.
For the past 4 years I've wanted to play. Just play. buy a piano and learn to play. I almost got there last year, I schedule a free class but never carried on with my good intention.
Nothing materialized, so today I sent an email to a couple of teacher I am hoping I m going to make the dive.

Will see