A simple moment. The name stuck.
I was in college. Sitting in the living room adorned with lace doilies and floral upholstery, tea and cookies were enjoyed by all. Casual conversation felt comfortable, like the hand crafted quilt spread across the overstuffed chair I was sitting in.
Our elderly friends were full of interesting stories and lots of laughter.
Suddenly a male voice pipes up above the others and declares rather loudly, "when is that piano girl going to play us that there piano?" His wife looked at him and said, "She has a name ya know!"...to which he responded "Well, she IS the girl that plays piano ain't she?"
I smiled. I played. And the name was born.
I was in college. Sitting in the living room adorned with lace doilies and floral upholstery, tea and cookies were enjoyed by all. Casual conversation felt comfortable, like the hand crafted quilt spread across the overstuffed chair I was sitting in.
Our elderly friends were full of interesting stories and lots of laughter.
Suddenly a male voice pipes up above the others and declares rather loudly, "when is that piano girl going to play us that there piano?" His wife looked at him and said, "She has a name ya know!"...to which he responded "Well, she IS the girl that plays piano ain't she?"
I smiled. I played. And the name was born.