Personal Narrative: Sonate Pathétique

Everyday after finishing my homework, I would go to the piano and pick up where I’d left off in “Sonate Pathétique” the previous night. It’d been a couple of months since the day I first played it, and I’d managed to greatly improve as a result of the countless hours I spent practicing. That night, I was determined to play through the entire first movement without committing a single mistake. Unlike many of my friends, I had a very meticulous mentality. Everything I did had to be done with the utmost care and precision because to me, nothing beat quality work. Outside, the snow began to fall as the first chord emanated from the piano. My fingers swiftly glided across the keys, and the further I got into the piece, the higher hopes I had of accomplishing my goal. …show more content…
I’d been so close, but not close enough. The thought of stabbing a needle through my arm honestly seemed more appealing than replaying all ten pages of the first movement. Thinking back to those “Traffic Zoo” days and acknowledging how far I’d come as a pianist since then, I felt an internal urge to keep going. The clock read ten o’clock, and calluses had formed on my fingers, but I didn’t care. Multiple run-throughs later, the impossible happened. I’d played the entire first movement from beginning to end without stumbling. It was far from perfect, but that didn’t matter, because for a moment, I was a perfectionist in my own