I learned to love it.
Fast forward 10 years, I'm in college, a Music Major, and learning the finer points of musicianship. Composition. Arranging. Transposition.
I was good at my instrument, but I was quickly becoming more and more of a 'musician' instead of just a 'flutist.'
I loved every bit of it, until I had to learn other instruments. You can't write for an orchestra unless you know the orchestra, right?
Woodwinds were easy. Brass was stupidly simple. Strings were ok, but not too difficult.
...then came piano.
For the life of me, I just couldn't master the piano.
I failed my first piano class, because I couldn't master playing basic scales on both hands.
I tried the class again, and took piano lessons at the same time. I would not be beat.
But beat I was, again and again. I just couldn't do it. And if you can't do it, you can't graduate.
I did everything else with style, bravado and humor. I arranged the music from Super Mario Bros for a 60 piece wind ensemble, and had everyone laughing out of their chairs. I was a soloist on more than one instrument.
But the piano made me its bitch. Those 88 keys owned me.
These days, I still play my flute from time to time. I scratch down some notes on paper from time to time, and I'd like to start writing more often. To work out chords and key modulations, a piano would come in handy... but I'm afraid... If I own a piano, I'll want to conquer it.