MUSIC♪♬

When I think about the memories related to piano, I just laugh. Wow, how much I hated playing the piano. I truly, from the bottom of my heart, hated playing the piano. Especially, I hated having piano lessons. But since I studied music, I had to know how to play the piano, because piano is close to the basic of music. It is not that I didn’t like the sound of it. I hated playing it. Anyways, do you want to hear how much I hated playing the piano? Okay, then here it goes. I can remember it so clearly. I learned how to play the piano since I was more or less 5. I saw a pianist on television, and she looked beautiful. It seemed like her fingers were flying like little humming birds. And all of my friends know how to play the piano, so I asked my mom if she could find a teacher for me. I had two lessons per week. When I had the first teacher, I was so excited that I put stickies that had notes on my room’s door and I played the piano until my neighbours told me to be quiet. However, I do not know since when, I started losing interests. It was probably because the new teacher that I had when we moved gave me too much homework. Also, she expected too much from me; she made me to play Mozart’s piece when I was only 9. Maybe it wasn’t that I hated piano; I might have hated the teacher. When she called my home, I just hung up as soon as I heard her voice. And when my mom wasn’t home I pretended that I was not at home. (I hope my mom will not read this essay.) When I was 12, I decided to have lesson once in a week, because I was way too tired to study, practice my instrument, and practice piano at the same time. I still loathed piano at that time. It felt like I was the only one who was not getting better at all. And my fingers were not moving smoothly. I wanted to give up playing the piano so bad. But my parents did not allow me to, because they thought my musical talent would be not as good as the others’. Then, when I moved to Costa Rica, I didn’t have any chance to have piano lessons. My mom did ask me if I wanted to have piano lessons. But I didn’t want to, because first of all, I had to have it in Spanish, which is the language that I do not know well. Also, I wanted to be free from the stress of the piano. But guess what happened a few weeks ago. I have been interested in playing the piano, again! I get the music pieces from the Internet, because I like playing the songs that I like to listen. I would like to sing if I knew how to play the songs perfectly.