When I was younger, I used to pay attention to music a lot. Then I grew up a little, and by the time I reached late elementary school, I didn’t pay attention to music. It seemed like everyone I knew was listening to music that made me sick. I learned to block it out.
Seventh grade rolled around, and I joined orchestra. Took up viola. It was stupid at first, because I still blocked music out, so the notes all sounded the same, and all the little pieces were the same, I swear! I was about to give up. Thank heavens my teacher didn’t give up on me. Mr. Davis, the best teacher anyone could ever have. He taught me the difference between the notes, and the musical styles.
By the time I got to ninth grade, I could successfully tell you if I was out of tune. It was a tough class though. I, being the forgetful person I am, lost my objective sheets, and lost any sort of inspiration to keep up in class. I didn’t stop listening to the music, I just didn’t pay it much attention.
Sadly, I kept that bad habit. During my tenth grade year, I learned to find music again. About halfway through the year, however, I did want to give it up. It wasn’t as fun anymore. My classmates weren’t too nice to me, and it took the fun out of playing. I decided to go on tour to Disneyland. Music was back!
After tour, music seemed a lot more fun. I had friends who were very much into music, and who made me keep playing. I had a new outlook on musical pieces. They all painted pictures in my head, brought up memories I’d buried.
I love music!