Reflective Essay: Music's Influence On Me

Arts has been proven to be an elemental part of one’s life that people can not live without. Never before had I thought that one day I would type such a cheesy essay like this about how arts, or music particularly, has had exerted a great influence on me. It has been 4 years, 7 months and a half since I took the piano class seriously.

Back to the time of 4 years and 8 months ago, I “declared” an avowed idea of my learning to play piano to my parents. At no time, they assumed that I would waste their money away again like the time when I was in grade 2. Long story short: I took an organ class during the summer time and right after the first class, my parents was lulled by my childlike voice that I would stick to play it through thick and thin that made them buy me a brand new electrical piano. However, I dropped this class. The reasons both laid in me and the preferential-treating teachers: I was afraid to ask them to teach me ins and outs while they just focused on those students who

There was a period around this point of time when I kept dreaming that I was able to play guitar or drum or piano skillfully and passionately, which made the audience feel so moving that most of them would stand up and give me a long-lasting plaudit. Those dreams usually ended impolitely and abruptly in the middle of the applause when it was time to wake up for school. Overwhelmed with them did I encounter, I decided to talk my parents into letting me learning piano again. However, this time was a grand piano, not an electrical one, which meant that they had to pay a much larger amount of money for it. Since my family is not a privilege one, they spent more than one week, which is considered to be a long time for a decision, before letting me have permission of learning it again, besides asking me a ton of questions and vows that I need to study it with my utmost discipline and as long as possible. I