I am one person who likes music lesser than many people. I don’t hate it, but I prefer a quiet environment most of the time especially if I’m doing something that requires a little concentration like reading, writing or studying. I do sound tripping once in a while though, with my favorite songs that can be considered old school.
My mother enrolled me to a piano lesson when I was 8. I welcomed the idea. I learned the ABC’s of piano: how to read notes on staff, I knew where the middle C was. I practiced piano pieces and had my first and only piano recital. My parents bought an upright, black Steinbach piano when I was 9. As I grew older, I became lazier to practice diligently until I was not playing the piano anymore. I can still play now, but unlike passionate pianists, music doesn’t flow out of my fingers naturally. I have to read each note so I would know which piano keys to press. But at least I tried and knew it was possible. I just lacked persistence because I was not inclined to it.
#The Daily Post: Strike a Chord