You have all heard my piano playing-right? Have you ever taken it seriously to know what really happens? I think you should know because there is a reason that I play piano and like it. Maybe this will help you understand.
Music is so important to me in my life. It means so much to me even if I started loving it 5 years ago. Music came to me when I was only a chubby three years old. I was always singing when I had nothing to do, when I was scared, and when I was just having fun. My favorite thing to do was to pretend to be a professional pianist or conductor. My other favorite thing to do was to dance around and sing when my mother was practicing. Every single song I heard was downloaded into my head. The Sound Of Music was the practically the only show I watched. I dreamed of a big house where I could perform on the staircase. I would practice to be performing in our apartment. When I was 3 and three-quarters, I was inspired by my mom to start piano. I held this thought in my mind until it was my 4th birthday.
I decided to ask my mom then, and of course, she said “later, honey” so I waited … and waited. We waited long enough for us to move to my dream house. At least I could pretend to act out the Sound of Music. Every time I did, though, I would think of being a prodigy playing in a big concert hall. Finally my mom taught me how to play Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star and The Itsy Bitsy Spider. This lasted for one or two months, but by then, it still wasn’t enough. I begged and begged but like before, my mom said no. Suddenly, on a bright September day, in the year 2005, when I was 4 and ¾, my mom took me to a piano teacher to try-out.
I was so surprised and excited, I could barely wait. Finally, it was time.
We drove there with me bouncing on the booster seat. We arrived and I climbed out the car, crunched on the autumn leaves, and sprinted up the steps into the front shed that connected to their house. My mom let me ring the doorbell.
My not-yet piano teacher led us in. Inside was a miniature, narrow hallway (where everyone put their shoes) which on the right side led to a room. Inside, there were two pianos. A Kawaii and a Yamaha piano stood in the room just begging for someone to play on. I knew who it was waiting for. Without asking or watching out for my behavior, I raced into the room, leaving my shoes in a mess in the hall, and climbed onto the leather covered piano bench. My mom, teacher, and even I were shocked. They had never expected me to be so interested in piano. Then, my piano teacher saw my pride in music. Without hesitation, the piano teacher asked me to play. I played everything I knew and that counted as just playing wild. After I finished, the piano teacher accepted me. And that’s how my adventure began.
Every time, before I went to my piano teacher’s house, I would scream around the house happily. Or if I was at school, I couldn’t pay attention. This was because I loved my piano teacher and the opportunity to be able to play piano. Whenever I practiced, I did more than my piano teacher expected. Every time I’d go there telling her proudly that I had practiced another surprise. And every time she would grin at me and tell me to prove it. Because of this, I was learning quicker than her other students. But after a while later, the music changed, and I did too.
When I was almost 6, what I played became more and more difficult and I got a little frustrated how piano took up a lot of time from my free time after school because of the difficulty of the pieces. Instead of taking one day to complete 2 songs, it now took me weeks per song. I played longer pieces, despite the fact that I sometimes had even more to do and less time to play. But that didn’t change me at all. I still had the courage to keep going and never stop even when I reached my success point. In fact, I probably had no goal point to stop at. All I wanted to do was to go on until I was mastered, crumbled, and old. I had no wish to stop.
The pieces I played were really high for my level. In fact, I started at primary 3 and skipped to intermediate 2, to intermediate 4, to moderately difficult 1, and now I am on moderately difficult 3. This was only because I was 30% eager to learn and a good student and the other 70% was just because I had a wonderful, talented teacher. I admired my piano teacher greatly and usually gave her surprises. I loved matching her happy face. She always gave me a cozy hug, and to me, that seemed like a gift. Her smile was like a present opening. I would never, ever leave her. In fact, I started to imagine what I would be when I grew up…a pianist. Not just any pianist, but like a famous piano movie star.
When I was 7½ I was getting harder and harder pieces. I started playing sonatas, small inventions, and harder composers. I liked those songs, though; I could make better and livelier stories out of them. It made me feel intelligent. When I played a piece that was a Chopin Waltz, I imagined a girl with terrible cancer lying on the bed with her parents around her, mourning because they loved her. In the middle of the piece, I imagined her mother holding the girl and twirling around with tears streaming down. At the end, the little girl dies happily. I loved that piece. Sometimes, even now, I would imagine how horrible it would be if my family member died.
When I was 8, my mom thought I deserved a better piano than our 6-yr old upright piano. It was still in good condition, but we wanted a new one. So we went to the piano stores, hoping to find a satisfaction quickly. We looked at two different stores. One storeowner’s name was Chris, and the other one Ori. Chris had a big factory building where he sold pianos, while Ori sold his pianos in his basement. I like both salesmen, but their pianos were even better. My mom then saw a beautiful Bluthner at Ori’s, but at the same time, saw a beautiful Kawaii at Chris’s. Which one would we purchase?
I loved both just as much. We couldn’t just buy one, and ditch the other. All of a sudden, my mom spotted an AUGUST FÖRSTER piano, again, at Ori’s. Also, we already found out that the Kawaii was a toured for concert. It was down to two again. Finally, Ori listened to my playing and was in awe. He said that because I was talented, our family would get this piano for a lower price. Now, it was our family’s turn to feel the amusingness. We quickly agreed and headed home, still, in awe.
When I was 9, I got a feeling that I wanted to keep going, but I didn’t want to practice. Also, I won bigger prizes in competitions, and ever since, I have always won 1st or 2nd place. No more (there is no more) and no less. But sometimes, competitions and concerts give away the fun of playing piano. It makes me feel tension, but deep down I know that I will always keep my music.