I started playing the piano when I was 6 years old. At first, I was never interested of the idea of playing the piano. I loved the fact that it sounds undeniably beautiful to listen to but I had 0% interest. I was just fulfilling my parents’ wish to let us learn piano. I remember the days when I have piano lessons every Saturday morning and still think of the times when I feel so lazy that I don’t study and read the notes but memorize how my teacher played the piece (Yes. I was a clever 6 year old.) or I always try to pretend that I’m sick or having deep sleep when she arrives. My piano teacher was kind enough to just leave and tell my mom she’d visit again next Saturday.
That one night, I woke up from a long afternoon snooze after hearing the most beautifully played piece. Out of curiosity, I went out of my room to follow where the sound came from. Slowly, the mechanical feel of the piano fell away and transforms into a richer, more real piano sound as I went nearer to the living room, and more and more natural sounds were introduced as the melody repeats. I was staggered to see my mom playing the piano. It was so exquisite that I didn’t even notice I was just looking at her for who knows how many minutes it went by. She looked so beautiful and passionate.
So after watching my mom of that amazing, life-changing experience, I decided that very night to learn to play the piano because I was so drawn to the harmony of that piece. It was music to my ears I tell you.
The next week, I was so excited to start my first serious piano lesson and always looking forward to learn a new piece even though it gets harder every time I level up. I’ve joined piano recitals every graduation and was so happy to be appreciated with many people. And as I continue to learn, all the more I got attracted to the piano and its sound. It just shows elegance and class. The glossy and smooth-black keys juxtaposed against the white keys were just so pretty. Every after practice, my fingers were always strained because of trying to span a full octave other than having a hard time of reading the difficult notes (haha) and yes, the efforts at first were in vain. My fingers were too short and I was so slow in learning. Pfft.
I play piano everyday but when I reached College, I only seldom play with it and it got worse when I went to Medical School. Haha. To no one’s surprise, I quit playing the piano as soon as I started my dream in becoming a doctor. I have always missed playing it but my studies are my priorities at the moment. It’s sad because until now I still miss the melodies and the counter melodies that twirl with each other in an intricate waltz as I used to play with it but now I can’t do it any longer because of my rusty fingers. Huhuhu. Oh well, even though my music now is flawed and lost among the scales and crescendos, I’m still proud to say I can play the piano a bit. Hahahahaha! Sorry for the long and drama introduction, I was just going to let you show videos of myself playing the piano. Bwahahaha!