Me and My Piano

I began my piano lesson in elementary school freshman, but when I moved to Canada I could not take a piano lesson. I had no chance to start a piano lesson until 11th grade. In high school, in addition to participating in the choir for 4 years, I participated in jazz bands and concerts and received the 12th grade music award. My classmates led the bands of 6th, 7th and 8th graders. When I was in the jazz band, I learned how to play Alto sax and tenor saxophone. I played the flute when I was in the concert band.

But I was very surprised that the teacher of the piano did not set the score of FürElise on my piano stand before me, but gave me some books for beginners. I finished reading the theory book, learned to read basic notes of treble and bass symbols, and my palm imagined playing a full note between my fingers. After mastering the note of "C", she promised to be able to continue "D". Before I got my first complete classic, it took several years of theory and iteration: Muzio Sonata, Clementi. I practice my new work everyday and follow the instructions of the composer. I hit each Staccato note and played all the faded music with full care. I successfully performed this work for my teacher and when I graduated I succeeded. But my teacher did not applaud, but I seriously looked at me and got my hands in her hands.

Just a few weeks ago, I regretted playing in the piano class, so this is very interesting compared to my piano teacher. I can not tell my piano teacher how much his influence is on me. In fact, my level 10 piano exam is not working well, but the other students have excellent results. This is my own responsibility, as it has not been practiced as she said to me. The worst is that she knows that I did not practice as she told me, this is my fault.