Hmmmm, click. Tap tap. Click. Click click clack. Sigh. Why am I writing again—click click tap. click clack taaaa-pp. As a person who has a vendetta against writing, the sounds of the keyboard distract me. My unedited writing turns to gibberish because, for example, no one can say, “j f s s ,“ in the rhythm of which I just typed does not sound amazing. I have always been drawn to music, and even when I strayed from it, I always end up back here. At age four, my parents got me a keyboard because they knew I had a knack for music, though they were never musical themselves. At age five, after hearing a melody over the radio and repeating it on my keyboard, my parents put me in piano lessons. By age nine I was begging to quit. At age eleven, I
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Going from the middle school to high school, I pondered quitting band. Freshman year, I was inspired by a great band director to pursue music. Sophomore year, that director resigned leaving a huge gap and all the band members wanting to quit. Junior year was when chair placements started with no auditions; though I was a better player than a girl my age, I was placed second not having as strong of a personality. Still holding onto my dream of being a musician, I challenged for first and got it. By the end of junior year, the new band director respected me enough to give the John Phillip Sousa award to me. This year, senior year, I joined a college ensemble as well as still playing in the high school. If not for that college wind ensemble, I know I would have taken a break from band. Only a break though, for no matter what, the thrill of being a part of the music draws me back in. The sounds combine to create something much bigger than me by myself, yet something where I can belong. Because like people such as me, music can have highs and lows, and if those experiences are expressed with passion, maybe we can just get through till the final resolution of the
Going from the middle school to high school, I pondered quitting band. Freshman year, I was inspired by a great band director to pursue music. Sophomore year, that director resigned leaving a huge gap and all the band members wanting to quit. Junior year was when chair placements started with no auditions; though I was a better player than a girl my age, I was placed second not having as strong of a personality. Still holding onto my dream of being a musician, I challenged for first and got it. By the end of junior year, the new band director respected me enough to give the John Phillip Sousa award to me. This year, senior year, I joined a college ensemble as well as still playing in the high school. If not for that college wind ensemble, I know I would have taken a break from band. Only a break though, for no matter what, the thrill of being a part of the music draws me back in. The sounds combine to create something much bigger than me by myself, yet something where I can belong. Because like people such as me, music can have highs and lows, and if those experiences are expressed with passion, maybe we can just get through till the final resolution of the