This woman learned to play the piano, because of herself, and, because she was driven to learn, that is why she practiced the instrument, so endlessly, until she got the pieces she was playing, perfect, on learning as we age, translated…
When I was in my youth, my favorite thing to do was listen to the police radio stations as they’d played classical music, and, being bathed in classical music, helped me pass through those bittered teenage years.
As I got married, when my three children took up classical piano, and many years later, they were, impacted by their academics, and the beautiful sounds of the piano playing became, extinct. I’d, gazed toward that lonely piano now, and, it’d, roused up my desire, to take the lessons, and so, I’d made my way into the music classrooms.
Having dreams are the most beautiful thing in life, and, the joys of pursuing my dream was, beyond words, and, I’d, faced the challenges that came my way. My presbyopia, made those notes leap off the pages, and, I’d, grazed my fingers across those, black-and-white keys, and, I’d, had to use the pedals, to get the echoing effects, and started having cramps in my foot, and, as my eyes became crossed, my hands became tied up, my feet cramped, I’d still, enjoyed playing the piano very much. The expert said, that if you take up piano lessons as a child, you will become, more agile, and, I’m already, past midlife, my systems are on the decline, I’d, brought this onto myself, but I won’t give in that easily, how can I, for something I loved?
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I’d feared getting laughed at in playing those estranged notes, so I’d, waited until members of my families were out to play. A few days later, I’d gone out to shop for groceries, and the neighbor asked me, “Who’s learning to play the piano in your home?”, I’d told her it was me, she’d told me, “wow, that’s amazing, to learn something as hard as the piano at our age!”, turned out, that my piano playing had, resonated across the neighborhood already, I must, practice to play better, so I won’t be making too much noises.
After six months, I’d started, becoming more and more familiar with the piano, and, lost myself, in the music, one day at noon, the front door opened downstairs, I’d, immediately, closed the lid on the keyboard. My husband entered, and, had that question look on his face, “Who was playing the piano? It’s such, wonderful sound!”, and of course, I’d, owned up to the encouraging praises, “I’d been taking the lessons for six months now!” “It’s a wonderful thing, why don’t you play it when we’re all home?”, “because I’m still not skillful enough, I feel more comfortable, sharing my music after I’m, more skillful!”
I’d passed the songs I’d played one by one, and, I’d felt that sense of achievement. The piano instructor told us, “the music class will host a small concert, why don’t you come to play two pieces too.” In order to make my performance perfect, I’d, worked really hard, to practice the pieces, the instructor told me, that I was, the hardest working student she’d ever taught. And, as the moment of the concert game, in all the students who are, a lot younger than I am, I’d, sat on that piano bench gracefully, and, played the tunes skillfully, and, received standing ovations, and I’d, felt that sense of achievement, happiness rising up inside of me.
Having taken the lessons for seven years, I’m, “graduated” now, I’d, fulfilled my wish of learning to play a musical instrument, and now, whenever I’d felt like it, I’d still, lifted up the piano lid, and, started, entertaining myself, and felt very happy as I’m playing!
And so, this woman had, pursued her dreams, and, made her own dreams come true, and, it isn’t at all easy, because she’s in her elderly years, and yet, she’d, practiced her piano skills relentlessly, continually, that is why and how, she became, excellent in her piano playing skills.