music

I can remember the first time, the first time I touched people’s hearts with music. The melody that brought peoples souls together. I am always amazed by the fact, that people can work together, and make a miracle out of sound. I always thought, if I could live a life like this, I would be so happy.  The reason I can be myself, the one I truly am, is all thanks to music.

I started to take piano lessons at the age of five years old. I took them in a small Japanese Christian church near Parkland.  I really didn’t start to connect with music until the sixth grade though. When I discovered that I could write music and make music other than just on a sheet of music, it created excitement for me and I wanted to learn more. I wanted to discover more music, to the point that I had an idea of joining band in the seventh grade. Then coincidentally, the announcements came on in my choir class and called all who was interested in band to go to the band room. Excited, I asked the teacher if I could go and rushed to the band room. I saw several students there and we all lined up behind one another. One by one, getting signed up with Mr. Crepeau, the band teacher. He had a notepad in his hand and wrote down the name of us, and the instrument we wanted to play. He had promised us a position in band the next year and to let him take care of the scheduling. When it finally got to me, I was the last one in line. Due to this, he had to grab a new piece of paper and wrote my name down there. Excited, I ran back to class and told my parents of this great occasion. By the next year, it was time for our schedules; nothing. No band, just regular classes. My band dreams were shattered, and I had a small grudge against the band teacher. I cried when I got home and didn’t play the flute I was practicing for a quarter of the year.

I didn’t think that my friend would tell me to go to the band room. Especially by the fact that I was broken hearted still and I didn’t think that anything I did would put me into band. Plus, I lost hope in music. I was afraid to play music with all my heart and tell my story again. Yet, my friend’s wishful face convinced me. It convinced me to be myself, it convinced me to overcome what I was upset about. So I played with all my heart, cheerful, courageous music that before I could even realize it people were crowded around me; including Mr. Crepeau.  He watched me play, and had a smile on his face. As soon as the piece was over, I put my hands on my lap and looked at him with a tear in my eyes. I couldn’t help it. Even if it was just a small mistake, even if he just simply lost a paper, the sadness I felt from not being in band really did hurt me.  In shock, Mr. Crepeau asked what was wrong and told me my performance was wonderful. He also asked me to join band. My tears dried and my mouth turned from a frown to a smile. I replied in a simple yes.

As the years went by, I started to be more involved with music. Whether it was Jazz band, Concert Band, Symphonic band, Recitals, Flute choirs, I just wanted to be a part of music.  Thanks to my experiences, I have become a matured musician with much more to learn and discover.

Overall, that feeling of accomplishment, that feeling of happiness I felt then will never able to be taken away from me. I want to carry out Music throughout my future. I would do anything to succeed in that path. If Music wasn’t apart of my life, then I don’t know what I’d do. I want to learn and discover music and warm people’s hearts with it. Nothing can take me away from that.