Playing music
<p><a href=”http://alegonzalez14.edublogs.org/files/2008/04/piano.gif” title=”piano.gif”><img width=”96″ src=”http://alegonzalez14.edublogs.org/files/2008/04/piano.thumbnail.gif” alt=”piano.gif” height=”105″ /></a><a href=’http://alegonzalez14.edublogs.org/files/2008/0PIANO This picture represent me. How I feel when I play the piano. I feel like if Im alone, in another world. I listen to the music Im playing and I feel happy and colorful.Playing music is wonderful; I know it because I play the piano. I started playing the piano when I was 4 years old. I was in the “Instituto Superior de Arte”. This is an academy of piano of Russian people. When I was 4 I didn’t really decide to play the piano but as the years passed I started really liking it. I used to give concerts all the time, it was really cool. The bad part was that my teacher was very strict and angry with me. She practically never smiled. I perfectly remember a time that I had 7 years, and she gave me a long classic song and told me to learn it and play it. She left me alone in the room and I was struggling trying to play all the song. When she came back she was mad at me because I hadn’t learned everything. I seriously wanted to cry. I felt really bad. And she never told me that I was good doing it, instead she told me mom so I never felt happy with her. After some years they told me mom that they wanted me to start traveling and giving concerts in other countries. I was like 10 years old. They were crazy, in that time I definitely didn’t want to travel alone and even less with them. My mom didn’t agree either so we said no. I continued playing in that academy till I was like 12. I started getting bored and each time hating the piano more. I wanted to quit. I remember wining each time I had classes. I told my mo I wanted to quit piano like every day. After like one year of telling my parents I wanted to quit, they let me quit. I spent like six months not playing the piano because I was tired of it. Then, my parents told me that there was this person that could give me piano lessons in her house. I agreed but hoped she wasn’t like the teachers in the academy. She was extremely different. She let me decide what to play, in the academy they decided and it was only classic… ugh. I loved her and I loved the piano. I think that I got tired of the piano before because it was too much. I spend one year with her but when I turned thirteen Dance works was like the boom, dance classes. I didn’t want to be in it because of all the people but because I liked to dance. I had to decide whether to stay in piano or to get in dance classes. When I told my mom I decided to get in dance classes she was very sad because she didn’t want me to lose my tale. I told her that I wasn’t going to lose, that I was still going to play at my house alone, as a hobby. She said it was fine but that I had to play. I was happy. I still play the piano, I like playing it because I play it when I want to and what I want to. I think that playing the piano also gave me a lot of discipline in life. I was more concentrated and my mom had told that playing music helped in grades. I don’t know if it’s true or that she only told me to get me to continue playing the piano but I have to admit that it helped. Even though it was very hard and the teachers were very strict, I would never change that part of my life. Now, I thank my mother for getting me in piano lessons when I was four. I don’t regret all the years I have played the piano.
