I was twelve years old and my family and I were about to go to a childen orquestra concert. At that time, my sister used to play the violin so I was a bit obeyed to go. I did without any comment. When the concert started I felt as if something inside of me had changed. I know it sounds childish, but I started to look at the whole world in a different way. Things weren´t the same anymore. I already thought music is wonderful. But everything colapsed when the piano solo came. A teenage boy pianist started to play a Yann Tiersen song and I didn´t know who I felt anymore. I started to feel nervous and excited like never before. My heart started to race so quick like when you fall in love with someone. But in this case, it wasn´t someone, it was something. I smiled and I thought: ¨I want to make someone feel the same thing I am feeling right now¨. The something I was waiting for. It was a missing piece of my heart that I didn´t even know I had lost. Now, I can´t remember my life before music. That night, I told my dad I wanted to play the piano. A year later, on Christmas, I recieved a keyboard and I swear I was the happiest person in the world. I knew it was the begginig of a new me. At least, a new world for me.
This small stories. The ways we took up our instrument. May look insignificant at the moment but in the future you can look back at them and remember that proudly.
Keep on keeping on. And remember you always can start with an instrument or any new pasion! It´s not about age or money, It´s about what you want to do. At the end, the only thing that matters is to be happy. So, do what makes you happy.
Remember start a new day with a smile, just because you can.
Until the next post!
Mili
