I sit curled up in a chair in Columbia University in New York City. My journalism class is attending the Columbia Scholastic Press Association Spring convention for three days.
I look across the room and watch as a group of teenagers walk over to the piano and joke about wanting to play it. One girl does play; however, as courageous as she is, she ceases to amaze the half-asleep teenagers in the room.
Directly across from me I notice a guy a few years older than myself constantly glancing between the piano and his book.
A guy from the group of teenagers at the piano comes up to me and a few of my classmates, and somehow convinces my friend to play the piano. She goes up, and unlike the other girl, amazes the crowd.
I notice the guy, who had been glancing between the paino and his book, rise from his chair and sit at the piano. He begins to play a familiar song, The Scientist by Coldplay. Suddenly he begins to sing; his voice is that of an angel's. Everyone’s jaw begins to drop. I videotape this majestic moment, not realizing that I would replay it thirty, forty, fifty times in the upcoming hours.
That boy inspired me to have confidence in myself. He taught me that if I do not speak up for what I want and do what I love confidently I might never truly be happy.
Dear random piano playing boy with the amazing voice,
Wherever you are,
Whoever you are,