Moreover, I watch other people’s piano performance online and that gives me strength since they look brilliant and enjoy expressing themselves through piano. I did not want to play the piano at first, but as I become older I realize that the piano is a big part of my identity, and the way I express myself. When I face difficulties living in a foreign country, Playing the piano cheers me up. When I accomplish something, I celebrate it by playing the piano with my cousin. If I did not have the piano in my life, I do not know how I would define myself and feel confident.
Concert band has been a long rode for me throughout the seven years I’ve been involved in it. Fifth grade was when I started playing an instrument. The battle begins here because I wanted to play the flute, but my mom forced me to play the alto saxophone. The first three years of band is the time I struggled the most. I didn’t want to be in band and everytime I asked my mom to quit she would say no.
I often walk into jazz band at the unreasonably early hour of 7:15 and I silently (and sometimes not as silently) whine and complain about how early it is as I get ready to start. I also tend to be a bit hesitant and grumbly when we have to go outside at eight am in the freezing cold to march in circles while the cows moo encouragingly at us. These are just two of the many times that I take the opportunities that I have for granted. I have been blessed enough to play several instruments inside and out of band class, and I usually do not stop and think about how incredibly lucky I am to be able to do the things that I do. I need to recognize the opportunities that music has provided for me and realize the substantial role that it has played in my life.
I have always been a particularly musical person. When I was younger, I wanted to become a singer when I grew up, but upon joining the choir in elementary I realized I did not have the talent for singing that I thought I had. Continually singing off key and never sounding as good as my peers did, I decided to confine myself to singing at home where only my family could hear me. Despite this revelation that I was, in fact, a terrible singer, I still wanted to participate in some type of musical performance and decided to join the band in middle school. After trying out various different instruments, I settled on the flute and quickly fell in love.
Learning an instrument requires patience. When I was around nine years old, I decided that I wanted to learn how to play the guitar. My mind was set on learning how to play the guitar because of a song called Hotel California. I could listen to that song for hours and I wanted to be able to play it. After what felt like months of pestering my parents to buy me a guitar, they finally decided to buy me one as a birthday present.
Performing jazz is not as easy as it seems, my first jazz performance to audiences from French was a disaster as the tempo of every song is so precise that if you were to miss just a single note, it will ruin the whole song. As time goes by, I then started to understand how jazz arrangement flows, although my knowledge in jazz is not as much, but it is a genre that is worth to spend some time and learn more about. Lately, I noticed that I no longer favour hanging out at the club with loud songs. My lifestyle had changed to spending my time at the jazz bar, listening to some local talents and if I’m lucky enough, I will be able to catch international jazz singers like Tompi from Indonesia. In addition, even my alarm music is a jazz song instead of other loud genres.
I could also make my own. At that moment, I knew I had a connection with music. I played on that little piano for hours and I never got bored of it. When I was around 5 years old, my Mom and Dad saw that I had a love for music, so they ended up giving me a small guitar to practice on. There were only a few instruments that I liked and guitar was not one of them, so I didn 't do much with it.
I had never been to this fascinating music event. It was a sunny day and thousands of people began to scream. I felt enough snug and knew that I would sing the songs I had written to this crowd. I approached to the microphone with stable assuredness that now I would perform some of my songs, and I opened my mouth though the words did not come out. I tried to say something again, though there was no sound.
Music has been my passion for a long time; I play violin, piano, guitar, and sing. However, I never really sang until freshman year. It was 9am on a cool day in June and I was sitting alone at home. I reckoned all my eighth grade friends were busy enjoying their time with their families. My mum, a doctor at the local hospital, was on duty that day.