Receiving a standing ovation as a violinist in Carnegie Hall may have just been the most incredible moment of my life. All the long hours of practicing since I was three to develop this talent were being recognized, but it felt like an ordinary concert in the United States. Every culture has their own unique interpretation of the same piece of music and, thus, I am always intrigued by other’s perspective of my piece. But after my first concert during my Germany tour, I could only nod back in confusion as an elderly woman expressed her interpretation of my music through her German tone. A few nights after my foreign interaction, I nervously stood on stage performing my Wieniawski solo. As I approached the final page of my piece, I scanned
