Recital Narrative

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My love for music started at an early age. For as long as I can remember, I always had some form of a song stuck in my head, unable to escape from the clutches of my mind, or had a song playing rather loudly on speakers in our house, more specifically, 80’s music. My earliest memory of music was when I enrolled in daycare. I would wake up early every morning to the sounds of popular 80’s voices, such as Eurythmics, Huey Lewis and The News, Bon Jovi, or Bonnie Tyler blasting in the kitchen. One of these songs included Everybody Wants To Rule The World, by Tears For Fears. Whenever I hear songs similar to it, I am instantly reminded of daycare mornings spent dancing around the kitchen while simultaneously attempting to eat breakfast.
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On my second piano recital, I invited my family and two very close family friends to attend. As the day of the recital drew closer and closer, I started getting extremely nervous and anxious to perform, even if it was simply for my family. On the day of the recital, I was stressed and fearful to play my songs. My heart pounding, I tentatively took a seat in front of the brown Baby Grand and placed my hands on the long, 88-key keyboard. The first part of the recital went by smoothly, with little or no mistakes on my part. The second half of the recital did not go as fully planned. What started off as a small number of minor mistakes quickly elevated into a full-blown mess of dynamics, speeds, and wrong notes. I ended the last song with tears in my eyes, striking the note with what little pride I had left. The spark of long applause was not enough to cheer me up, and I sank into the hugs of my mother, father, and piano teacher. Always a perfectionist, I was upset and miserable at not having played the songs with complete smoothness, as I had rehearsed and practiced on my own countless times. “It’s okay!” and “I think that you did amazing,” along with words of congratulations were thrown my way, but they simply bounced off of me like ping pong balls. Later, my piano teacher, family, and friends all gathered together to celebrate. I remember my piano teacher telling me, “People make mistakes. It’s a

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