The problem was that as I was about to play, my mind went blank. As I put my hands on the cold colorless keys of the piano, I froze with fear as 150+ plus people had their cameras ready, looking at me, eager to hear me play. I briskly walked up to the front of the church and introduced myself and the song I was going to play. Each student one by one played every one of their pieces flawlessly, and before I knew it, it was my turn to perform. We quickly sat down, and my piano instructor greeted everyone. As I looked at the sheet, I saw I was last and let out a huge sigh of relief. ![]() As I walked in, I saw a stack of papers on a chair, which was the program. My parents and I all got ready and headed down to the Church where my Recital was being held. So along came the 24th of October, the day of the Recital. Every day I played my song “Ballade” by “Friedrich Bergmuller” for as long as I could until my parents got sick of hearing it and told me to play a different song. Since I could pick my piece though, I thought I would pick a song that I’ve played before, and I’d just wing it. But that wasn’t the worst part she told me I had to memorize the piece which means I couldn’t use sheet music whatsoever. The teacher was very nice actually, but then she told me after a few weeks of lessons, that I had to perform a favorite piece of mine in front of all her students’ siblings and parents.Īt that moment, I froze I hated performing in front of people, let alone 150+ of them. But since I just moved at the time (about 5 years ago), I had to find a new piano teacher, which wasn’t a big deal at all. I’ve been taking Piano lessons ever since I was 5, and have always liked to play it. But not for me I was excited, very excited, because the week school started marked the week I would begin taking Piano lessons once again. ![]() Summer was coming to an end like it always does, bringing sadness upon most kids. So cringey.Black and White are the only colors I remember as I stared blankly at the expensive Yamaha piano right in front of me, as people looked at me, eager to hear me play… By this time kids were already like free money! To this day, I'll be taking a shower and that memory will pop up in my head and I'll literally have to talk out loud to think about something else. So there's quarters all over the cafeteria floor and someone says to me, you gonna pick that up, I was like "Nah, it's cool I ain't really need it" and I walked away. One girl was just baffled like, "were you going to do laundry or." later that day I heard one girl say "I just don't know why he would have so many quarters on him like that". She made this face like she didn't want to laugh in my face (sweet girl in retrospect). I had the whole school's attention, kids we coming up to me like yooooo, pointing and laughing literally in my face. As I did this, clink clink clink clink clink clink clink, 20 dollars in quarters, 80 freaking quarters fell on the floor and bounced and rolled for what was arguably 20 minutes. ![]() I thought to myself perfect, I'm holding my jacket, I should swing it around and put it on in one smooth motion. So there she was standing in the cafeteria, as I walking down the stairs. Never mind the weight of 80 coins in my inner jacket pockets, as far as I was concerned, I was the sh*t and was going to get the girl of my dreams. For some reason that morning, I emptied my coin jar, fished out all quarter and was like "20 bucks in quarters totally cool, totally normal, today is gonna be a great day, Sweet!" With a fresh hair cut, timberlands, new Jean's and my new bike jacket, I said to myself today is the day. As a12 year old, I did what 12 year olds do with money, save cash and coins in a jar. After asking her out in 6th grade and getting rejected (Poor dumb kid, premature face acne and chicken pox make for a terrible 6th grade) and no such luck in 7th grade, I figured 8th grade was the year I'd shoot my shot, after a nice little growth spurt. I was in 8th grade and was a bit of a dork. She gave me this tan leather racing style bike jacket. My aunt worked for J.Crew corporate offices and now and then she would get clothes from sample sales etc.
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