His stomach clenched into a tight knot from all the anxiety. In just a couple seconds, he would have to perform two songs for a judge. This judge, unfortunately, looked as if not even a professional could impress her. The boy knew this happened to be the worst thing that could have happened do him. "I must get a Superior rating," he thought to himself. "If I don 't, I do not know what I will do." He set his hands, pictured the music clearly in his mind (since the music has to be played from memory), and took a deep breath. His fingers were ready to pounce upon the piano, a baby grand, in front of him. He cleared his brain of all other thoughts, and struck the first chord.
Piano has meant so much to me during my lifetime. Ever since I started to play, I couldn 't stop. When I was a third grader, my sister took piano lessons. I was mesmerized every time I gazed at her fingers dancing on the keys. I found this instrument so extraordinary, I knew I had to learn.
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My mom soon signed me up for lessons with an elderly lady after being begged constantly by me for about two months. I leaped for joy when my very first lesson arrived on that next Monday morning. As soon as my fingers touched those white and black keys, I knew I had stumbled onto the answer to life. Music. It filled me up, giving me an astonishing good feeling inside.
Beautiful tones filled the room. The song sang of peacefulness, but also sorrow as the piano sang the melody. His fingers skimmed over the keys as if he held his hand in a gently flowing stream. He knew he was doing superb. How could he not, with all the passion coming from deep inside of him? He came to the last note, and didn 't want to let it go for fear of losing it forever. But he knew he must go on with the next piano song. He cleared his brain once more
until it was clearer than a drop of rainwater falling down into a shimmering pond. He prepared his hands and imagined a little portion of the song. And
There were so many days that I just couldn’t convince myself to leave the safety of my bed. Some days, I buried myself in books and the internet and other days, I spent hours staring up at the ceiling and wondering why I couldn’t cry no matter how much my eyes burned and my chest ached. Melinda and I could commiserate; we were both lost, wading waist deep in emotions we couldn’t fathom. Moreover, we both found similar escapes-- Melinda had art and I had music. When I was at a point where I could no longer verbalize the way I was feeling, I found melodies and lyrics that perfectly captured my thoughts.
Workmanship assumes an imperative part in "Sonny's Blues", going about as a scaffold between the two siblings. Sonny's powerlessness to talk and the storyteller's (Sonny’s Brother) failure to listen, keep the siblings from genuinely corresponding with or understanding each other for most of their lives. Music is what Sonny can make himself to be. Seeing the music of the road recovery actually brings the siblings closer, inciting their first fair discussion.
This is told through the narrator’s own perspective as he watches the scene play out, “I had never before thought of how awful the relationship must be between the musician and his instrument. He has to fill it, this instrument, with the breath of life, his own. He has to make it do what he wants it to do. And a piano is just a piano.” (Baldwin 383).
The story Sonny 's Blues by James Baldwin (1957) investigates the topic of affliction experienced by Black Americans as people shackled by segregation, joblessness, lodging issues, tranquilize dependence, detainment and suicide. It includes the battle of two siblings isolated and got in the traps of time, space and beliefs. The anonymous Narrator who is moderately fortunate between the two kin battles to comprehend his self-destructive yet gifted sibling Sonny while the last discovers trouble in adapting up to the remarkableness that inundates him. Viable correspondence is vital in the tale of two siblings with various dreams in life where fierceness and anger may detonate at split seconds to put a conclusion to one dear existence of a wonder.
Once released from jail, Sunny went back to his childhood town to live him with his brother. Getting back into music, Sunny found a nightclub to play the piano at. One night he invited his brother to come and see him play. At the nightclub, Sunny began to struggle to play during the set: “He and the piano stammered, started one way, got scared, stopped; started another way, panicked, marked time, started again; then seemed to have a direction, panicked again, got stuck” (46). It took a lot of natural will for Sunny to go on stage after not playing the piano for over a year.
The fog slipped through the night, hunched-shouldered, hiding from the sun. It stretched out every morning and evening, through towns, along roads, always searching. People would assume that this fog would not have a name, but this one did, although unpronounceable to a human. Its name was a sound that was a little like the vibrations of the tail of a rattle snake or Jack Frost’s bony fingers playing icicles like a harp.
In A Long Way Gone the author, Ishmael Beah, finds himself in a struggle to stay alive after the Sierra Leonean Civil War kills his family, and he is forced to become a child soldier. Throughout the memoir, music plays an integral role in Ishmael’s life. It keeps him out of trouble as a child, before he is affected by the civil war, and it saves his life, giving him hope during his quest to survive.
Taking a deep breath, I walked into the room. This was it. This was my chance to find something I could be good at and recognized for other than just being a “smart girl.” Looking around, I observe the other children chatter and fiddle with violins, violas, and cellos, to find one that suits them. Even though I was only nine years old, I knew violin was for me once I saw it.
Despite the fact that the piano has great significance to her, Berniece refuses to play the piano. Berniece allows Maretha to play the piano, she teaches her songs that she can practice. When Avery asks Berniece about using the piano for his church Berniece says to him “ I done told you I don’t play on that piano. Ain’t no need in you to keep talking about that choir stuff. When my mama died I shut the top of that piano and I ain’t never opened it since.
Despite the ache in her heart that her mother’s death left her with, Billie Jo conquered her pain and continued to play the piano. Despite the physical hurt it caused her hands and the emotional pain it causes her as it remind her of her mother Billie Jo persisted and didn’t give up on her dreams of piano playing. Such as when Billie Jo thinks, “I play songs that have only the pattern of myself in them and you hum along supporting me. You are the companion to myself. The mirror with my mother’s eyes,”(194.).
The Piano man turns on his lights, which shine on Jefferies’ face to foreshadow a realization. The piano man stumbles into his studio apartment drunk. He then shoves his music off of the piano and collapses into a nearby chair. At first Jefferies laughs at the piano man. However, Jefferies soon realizes that the piano man’s actions merely animate his own feelings, causing Jefferies to cast his gaze down in shame for laughing.
Everything I do revolves around my music. I have been around music all my life, whether it was listening to it or playing it. I’m very passionate about music and I love playing an instrument. The instrument
“Music is a moral law. It gives soul to the universe, wings to the mind, flight to the imagination, and charm and gaiety to life and to everything” (Plato). If my childhood was filled with anything: it was imagination. From my earliest memories of my cousin, and I putting on a sold out concert on my papaw’s front porch; to putting my baby dolls to sleep with lullabies. Music has always been a big part of my life: it was the one thing I could always count on, no matter where I went; and that still stands true today.
At a young age, I constantly wanted to express myself through music. I always found a way to incorporate music into my daily life, whether it be by blasting my favorite music, creating my own funky songs, or even having the opportunity to participate in my elementary school choir. My love for music actually took flight after I had decided to join my elementary school choir, however, in my opinion, it is not the most transformative moment in my life. After elementary
Even with my moods, whether it is sad or mad, music will help me get through it. It has absolutely been an enormous part of my life and who I am. Thus, this is to say that I have musical talent. I am in a high school marching band, where I play any piano-like instrument. My viewpoint with music has come to a simple conclusion, without it, I would not know who I am or what to do with my life.