Mental Barfing

I looked up from the piano.

"Dis chord?" I asked, pointing at the keys. The instructor shook their head.

"No," they replied, "dat chord." They pointed to another place.

"Wait, which chord?" The instructor rolled their eyes and pointed again.

"Dis chord." I groaned.

"Fuck it, this is chaos!" I flipped the piano and then flipped the bird.

"Come on, there's no need for that," said the bird.