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The last time I physically played a piano was…three years ago, I think…or four. I know it was some time during the last few months before 2009, or some months into 2010. (I say physically because I use this site to play). I had this really deep passion for music but I absolutely hated reading music. I think I started liking the piano because my dad always played, he can read music but I couldn’t (
still can’t), and I didn’t want to learn because it seemed so hard and tedious to remember notes on a manuscript. I learnt to play by ear in my first year of high school. My dad kept a collection of classical CDs, and the first song I learnt to play was Piano Sonata No. 11 in A Minor by Mozart.
It took me three days to learn it completely (
I couldn’t sleep until I did). Then I learnt another one of his. The only two instrumentals I learnt from Beethoven’s tracks on the CD were Moonlight Sonata and Fur Elise. That was during seventh grade and at the time I loved Evanescence, because the band used the piano a lot. The first song I learnt was Good Enough.
My dad was the one who taught me to ear play, he used to tell me to just listen to the music and find the notes that goes best with what’s being played in the song until I can play it using the exact notes and chords. So I took that advice and used it to get me into the music club because you had to be able to read music to get in to perform with the band. But when I auditioned, I played one of the Mozart pieces I’d learnt and lied that I was a Grade 4. And I got signed up.
Which was a short-lived victory because the music teacher found me out on the day he put me in front of the Grade 4 manuscript and told me to play one of the pieces. I couldn’t, so I got put on probation until I at least learnt the basics because he realized I could ear play very well, and called it a “gift”. There was this girl who played Grade 4 music really well and as much as I envied her skill, I learnt what I could from her. On the days she came to the music room to practice, I sat beside her and just watched her play then went home and copied as much of what I remembered her playing – and that usually went up into halfway of the instrumental before I got frustrated because I couldn’t remember anymore.
Then came the Grade 8 pianist, who I couldn’t stand – just because of jealousy and her skill far exceeded what I was capable of doing. But whenever she was inside, I couldn’t help staying around her because I loved how she played.
I begged my dad to let me start piano lessons because everywhere I went I was hearing the piano. I couldn’t leave school a day without either going to the music room or in the auditorium to play the piano, if at least for five minutes. I was obsessed with it to the point where, while I was staying in Alabama with my brother, I started crying as he drove past a piano store because I couldn’t have one of the grand pianos.
In ninth grade I learnt to play Dango Daikazoku, or at least just the first few lines. My friend at the time was talking about this anime named Clannad (which I started yesterday) and started playing the song for me. I liked it so much that I found the song and didn’t go to bed until I got it. Then I learnt To Love’s End from Inuyasha and Sadness and Sorrow from Naruto. Then there was learning the Legend of Zelda main theme.
I definitely learnt this and entertained my dad with it since Super Mario was his favorite game.
The last song I learnt to play was Aerith’s Theme, because I loved it so much. My days with the piano slowly came to an end because I lost interest in the music club because I couldn’t get the piano lessons I kept begging my dad to send me to. Either he forgot about it, or didn’t think it was necessary for me to invest time in that passion.
I still think if I got a piano (because the one at home stopped working), I could pick up back where I left off but with a lot of practice, because it wasn’t easy using two hands at the same time. But I don’t think that’ll be happening anytime soon…