Growing up, I've always had footsteps to follow in. My dad taught me many practical things and my mother has given me the example of motivation. When it comes to my sisters, I can only say I'm way behind their level of music and have been pushed to meet up with them. In recitals or just practice at home, I could and still can feel the influence of encouragement.
In a desperate attempt to show my expertise in the field of piano, I was about to be a confident boy who could play the piano at this "crowded" recital. There was no program so we would just volunteer to be next. I motioned to my sister and thought to myself, "I'll try to funny and wave my hands with these marks on them." Its a really strange thought when I look back, but when I was in the moment, its all I concentrated on. Then came the moment that put me to shame. My sister never saw my motion and I found myself sliding on one side of the piano bench with someone I didn't consider my sister. She looked at my funny and I would've done the same, but I had no time because I made a mad dash for wherever I could go to get away! It truely scarred me! I'm still alive, though.
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Oh please.. you're good with music! But how funny is that! Nice.. love the story!!
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