Personal Narrative: First Piano Recital

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Personal Narrative: First Piano Recital
I walked in the big room of the church where I was going to perform. Wow! I thought, I never knew that there would be so many people! This made me even more nervous and anxious than before.”Don’t be so nervous, believe in yourself,” my dad said, “it’ll be ok’’. How can I not be super scared , I thought, there were so many people watching me. I hope it would turn out good at the end and I would feel a lot more calm. It felt like I was on the Titanic and hitting an iceberg. The crowd of people included really experienced people to people like me who had very musical little experience. I was surprised to see little kids a lot younger than me who were playing at a higher level than me. As a ten
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What! I only have two short weeks to participate for a piano recital. I have not even learned a single song yet, I thought.

I practiced and practiced and practiced the same songs…...until the keys got so tired they started to play their own song and dance around the piano. Finally, I felt like I had practiced enough for the recital, but still was very nervous.

I sat down on the pews and got ready for the show to start. It was a long ,boring time until the show actually started. I waited and waited and waited. People started to come and the seats started to get full. It seemed like the room was moving around and around because of the people. As the room moved around, I started practicing the keys with my hands in the air. Time slowly started to pass and everyone started to settle down.

“ Welcome everybody to The 2016 Piano Recital,” my teacher said,” these are your hosts and they will be calling up students to play their songs. Have a wonderful
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What? Nooo! Oh god! Ok, get up ,Janvi, and do your thing.

I slowly eased myself to the stage and bowed to the audience. There are so many nice and elegant people, I thought. I sat down on the piano Bench and started to play. Will I mess up? Am I playing the wrong key? All these thoughts were coming into my mind when I started to play. After I played a few lines, I was not anxious or nervous. The time went by quickly. I finished Old Mac Donald and moved on to Jolly Old Saint Nicholas. I finished playing and gave a big bow to the audience. Amazingly, I was a lot more confident than before! As I heard the whole audience clap, it made me feel like I was a good pianist and wasn’t too old for the songs I was playing. My dad was really proud of me and happy that I tried my best. “Good Job Janu, I’m Proud of you,”he said. Even though at first I thought I wasn’t going to do good, I still was really proud of myself for trying and getting lots of applause! I sat down with a bigger smile than before. Each time a student would perform, I remembered the moment I was up there. I thought about how I had put so much pressure on myself. That is why I thought I would not do well during the performance. I could see the mistake I had made before about the lack of I faith I had had in myself. I learned that, faith, hard work, and believing in yourself are the keys to

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