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Personal Narrative Essay: The First Violin

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My gaze penetrates the black box and wishes to create frictions of four strings, the way musicians were rendering the music during my Middle School orientation. My elective choice, a violin, upset my mom though.
Italian Andrea Amati, creator of the first violin would never be imagined that roller coaster inventor Joseph Merlin introduced his invention while playing the violin. Up to middle school, an orchestra was a part of regular school time, the predicament started when I continued playing violin in the school orchestra at Troy High School. My plate was loaded with a seven vigorous honors courses at regular school hours. Besides, three days a week for two-hours music class became a bit struggle in the beginning, yet sequentially

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