Dear reader,
I have been thinking a lot about the instruments I play and when i got them. I love music and the first memory I have is with music. It's like I just woke up in that moment and started living. My mind let me take control of my body and let me live. I was off of auto-pilot.
That moment I woke up I was in my moms car listening to country music. Everything was just amazing. I was nine. I started listening to different kinds of music and just enjoyed it. Middle school came and the first instrument I learned to play was a Clarinet. I remember when my music teacher called me in asked me how i felt about playing the clarinet and i said "I wouldn't mind playing the clarinet" he responded with or you could switch blocks to play flute. I looked at him and thought about it. I smiled and said I think Ill take the clarinet.
I played clarinet for two years but i didnt really like playing it. Then i got asked to play Bass Clarinet on my last year in middle school. I accepted because maybe it would be different. It was different. I loved the deep notes you could play on it but it didn't feel right. That year I also got the chance to learn to play guitar.
I loved the feeling of the strings under my finger tips. It sent a feeling from my finger tips to the tips of my toes. Eventually i just got bored with the music and the instrument.
It didn't feel like home to me. When my mom got me an electric guitar for Christmas i pretended to be happy just for her. She go on and on about how The music flowed in my blood and i come from a long line of musicians and a whole other stuff.
I am now a freshman in high school and the only music that seems to excite me anymore is a cello piece my friend Dante gave me. That small piece of music just feels like a piece of my heart and when i play it...
Its like I'm not playing my bass clarinet but a cello. And in that moment i feel more a live than I've ever felt.
I think music in itself is healing. It's all explosive expression of humanity. It's something we are all touched by. No matter what culture we're from, everyone loves music- Billy Joel
Until next time my lovely reader...
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Inside the mind of a randm teenage girl
Non-FictionJust to warn you my dear reader. The thoughts and feelings written down in this book are as real as you and me...however real we may be.