Rock me Amadeus!

Recently, papa brought out mama's electronic keyboard from the store. It seems big sis was bitten by the musical bug when she kept on playing with my apple music board which I received for my birthday. So a good enough reason for mama to push papa to get her keyboard from storage. So when nobody was looking, I climbed up the chair and played my version of Twinkle, Twinkle Little Stars. It sounded good to me, by my standards of course but everyone else was shouting for me to stop playing, whilst big bro came and carried me away from my music. How can they expect me to become good if they keep getting me out of the chair? hummpfff.