>I was only 9 years old
>I loved Beethoven so much, I had all the sonatas and symphonies
>I pray to Beethoven every night before bed, thanking him for the hearing I've been given
>"Beethoven is love" I say; "Beethoven is life"
>My dad hears me and calls me a faggot
>I know he was just jealous of my devotion for Beethoven
>I called him a filthy pleb who doesn't know the first thing about music theory
>He slaps me and sends me to go to sleep
>I'm crying now, and my face hurts
>I lay in bed and it's really cold
>Suddenly, a warmth is moving towards me
>It's Beethoven
>I am so happy
>He whispers into my ear "This is my cadenza."
>He grabs me with his powerful small hands and I lead him to my piano
>I'm ready
>I open my ears for Beethoven
>He starts improvising on the spot
>In C minor, of course
>It sounds amazing
>I can feel my keys being modulated as my eyes start to water
>I marvel at his force and virtuosity
>I want to continue hearing Beethoven
>He roars in a mighty roar as he pounds on my subdominant
>My dad walks in
>Beethoven looks him straight in the eyes and says "It's time for the coda now."
>Beethoven leaves through my window
>Beethoven is love. Beethoven is life.