Personal Narrative: My Piano

When I was younger, in the sixth grade, I started piano because my parents had forced me. When I first went into the piano class, I was very intimidated by the older kids because they were in middle school while I was still in elementary school and they were also experienced. I had no experience whatsoever and the piano instructor, Mr. Hayward announced that the piano recital will be in five weeks. I was panicking and shocked at the same time. I also had a lot smaller hands than my peers, making it a lot harder for me to do chords continuously without my hands getting strained and tired. All of the kids chose hard songs, like the simple version of The Flight of the Bumblebee, Turkish March, etc. Since I had just started, Mr. Hayward recommended …show more content…
Eventually, it was my turn and the kids didn’t seem to expect much from me, and one kid even said, “Good luck playing Mary had a Little Lamb!” When I started off, I noticed that my tempo was way too quick because I was nervous. Then as I saw the faces of the kids, they seemed very shocked and dumbfounded, and eventually, they all started to cheer for me. Once I had finished, it had really boosted my confidence for the recital. All I can say is that my recital went according to plan, and not only that I had received an award and trophy for third place out of thirty-two. I could tell from the faces of my parents that they were so proud of me. This was the first time in my life that I had attained a major dream, being able to play a piece in front of a crowd. There were some obstacles in order to attain my dream such as my lack of experience, losing hope, being made fun of, competition, and my small hands. I would metaphorically compare myself to a tiger, being both persistent and competitive. This persistence and competitiveness all started from piano recitals, recreational sports, activities, and also from golf