Personal Narrative: How Music Changed My Life

Memories are wonderful things. Oh! How amazing our brain cells are, letting us learn, experience, and remember. The most graceful time I had since I have gone through a tragedy since 2013. I was at peace and loved and enjoyed and complained about a moment I will never forget. For times, music has been a great blessing and companion throughout my life since I started two specific paths of music in 2003. The two choices I was given was piano and violin. June 3rd, last day of 2014-2015 school year, I received an E-Mail from the Youth Orchestras of Fresno. Before I knew it, my excitement and anxiety were gone. I had auditioned and have made it to the Fresno Orchestra Summer Academy Fresno Philharmonic, Last Chair! I felt as if I were

I knew I was now ready to play 95% of the notes written by 6 different composers (Boone, Hindemith, Marquez, Mozart, Shostakovich, and Tchaikovsky.), leading to a 2 hour concert. My worry of tasting water from a drought has ended my career. My rebellion was present, since there was no description of what I were to do. I was told not to play Tchaikovsky’s piece. I was shocked and stressed. What about my sincerity for this song? Disappointment stuck to my fingers, making them frozen. That exemplified my memories within the last two weeks. Frozen fingers, pressing keys. Frozen fingers, getting blisters from pressing steel. Not doing what the fingers are to do, for a work of art. That was colder air than what was being blown in the Hall of a famous animation maker, Walt Disney. Lost Angeles for me, was very big and phenomenal with diversities of people. Families are bigger compared to the city population when it comes to concerts. Only 50 contributed to listen to a perfect, free concert at Walt Disney Concert Hall on the night of Friday June 26th of 2015. No one except for a Lane could witness my improvement. Support was felt through the air and water. The pain in my back was present, but I gave no care. I got to rest at