I stood nervously backstage while waiting for the orchestra to finish getting seated for our last concert of the season. I peeked through the curtains and saw a blur of dark unfamiliar faces, all waiting for the music to start. I quickly looked back from the curtain and my hands started to get clammy. My chest felt tight and the butterflies in my stomach would not quit fluttering.
“Why did I sign up for this?” I thought uneasily. Suddenly, I felt a hand on my shoulder. I looked up to see my conductor’s radiant smile at me that felt so familiar.
“Are you ready for your solo and last concert?” I froze.
* * * * * My first encounter with classical music was when I was about seven years old where my parents took me to see my first classical orchestra concert live at our local concert hall in Bismarck, ND. It wasn’t …show more content…
I kept persistently begged my parents for lessons, but they wouldn’t agree with it, but finally they cracked on a fall evening when I was in the third grade. That day in school, a group of members from the Bismarck Mandan symphony came and talked to us about joining the school orchestra. I was intrigued. I felt my excitement grew as they played an excerpt of a piece for us. I couldn’t sit still cross-legged on the ground, but bounced on the ground uncontrollably as if I was given caffeine. I could just envision myself in their shoes. They finished playing and I had felt so content and peaceful. They then talked about the different types of instruments, including the violin and I could feel my eyes widen in fascination, especially when they talked about the violin. I needed it as I needed to breathe; it was something that I had wanted to do and it was the thing that would let me follow my passion. When it was time to actually try the instruments, I was ecstatic. I ran first in line to the violin section and eagerly tried playing it. Before I did though I worriedly asked the
“Why did I sign up for this?” I thought uneasily. Suddenly, I felt a hand on my shoulder. I looked up to see my conductor’s radiant smile at me that felt so familiar.
“Are you ready for your solo and last concert?” I froze.
* * * * * My first encounter with classical music was when I was about seven years old where my parents took me to see my first classical orchestra concert live at our local concert hall in Bismarck, ND. It wasn’t …show more content…
I kept persistently begged my parents for lessons, but they wouldn’t agree with it, but finally they cracked on a fall evening when I was in the third grade. That day in school, a group of members from the Bismarck Mandan symphony came and talked to us about joining the school orchestra. I was intrigued. I felt my excitement grew as they played an excerpt of a piece for us. I couldn’t sit still cross-legged on the ground, but bounced on the ground uncontrollably as if I was given caffeine. I could just envision myself in their shoes. They finished playing and I had felt so content and peaceful. They then talked about the different types of instruments, including the violin and I could feel my eyes widen in fascination, especially when they talked about the violin. I needed it as I needed to breathe; it was something that I had wanted to do and it was the thing that would let me follow my passion. When it was time to actually try the instruments, I was ecstatic. I ran first in line to the violin section and eagerly tried playing it. Before I did though I worriedly asked the