Lately I have been having ambitions of being a pianist.
Music has that ability to transcend culture, languages, beliefs. And to be able to unite the divided, that is just an amazing thing in itself.
This may just be a phase but I really have always loved music.
Not so much practicing the piano. Not so much the cold sweat I would get riding up the elevator to my piano teacher's condo. Not so much the sarcastic remarks and the scoldings from the MEAN lady. Not so much the feeling of guilt after not practicing, getting chastised and then getting money from mom to pay the fees. And ultimately, not so much the lack of confidence that my piano teacher had in me, saying that I would never pass my grade 5 music theory exam. Well I sure showed her.
But in a way, her strictness has brought me to where I stand (skill-wise, which isn't very high) and I have to thank her for that. Maybe all the negativity has brought some positivity into my life afterall.
Yesterday, I heard Max telling someone at work that I "play the best piano he's ever heard" Granted he probably hasn't had many people play the piano around him but that just made me feel really good about myself. My friends are constantly telling me that I am a great piano player. I play very well..
Yes I play well. I am a solid piano player. But by no means am I where I would like to be. then again, who is? But I will prevail.
When school starts, countless trips to the UNCW Fisher Student Center! I'll make everyone's ears bleed. I will practice til my fingers are sore, and MAYBE.. just maybe, I'll be able to get to where I want to..
NanaBanana and Pianos. Hmm...
