The CELLO seemed to be a perfect match for all types of music;Yale

From the moment I danced my fingers on the fine metallic strings of the cello. In a crowd, group, or by itself, the cello seemed to be a perfect match for all types of music, including the explosive and ear-splitting screeches of death metal. My mother having caught on my particular interest in the cello, gave me her old practice cello, which at the time was two sizes larger than ideal for my size, and enlisted me into lessons with acquaintances at a local Korean church. I became immediately attach to the instrument, mesmerized by the thick polish that engulfed its body. From that point I had made a promise to myself that no matter what, I would never give up on playing the cello. Already two years had past from that promise. I felt like an unwanted rag doll as I receive the constant excuses of several of my instructors: "I have studies so...", " I am getting married next week, let me try to find someone else...", "Sorry, I no longer have the time." My instruction was poorly organized, concepts learned from one teacher were either changed or disregarded with the next.Asking for professional classes at an arts school was also out of the question due to a financial dilemma in the household. When I told my teacher my musical goals, she told me not to strive too high since "there are even kids younger than you playing at a caliber you might never achieve" and with that, she too left me. My mother also thought it best that I discontinued, saying that having the experience was good enough. From that moment I became fed up with people said about me. I could not think about quitting- not because of my low skill level, but because I had made a promise with myself. I became angry at the world, and for the next three years, I poured myself into learning the cello, creating lesson plans for myself and watching videos of professional cellists as mentors. I played when I woke up and played before I slept. I played till I could smell the burnt tips of my fingers, patched them with bandages, and commenced playing. Feeling the need to solidify my progress, I decided to tryout for the youth symphony in my county . The first time I auditioned, I was nervous at how intimidating the other applicants were and after an array of melodies, I was given last chair out of nine cellists. Although I was delighted to be part of the orchestra, last chair was not the place for me. I practiced even more, and when the next season arrived, I re-auditioned. I got the first chair position.

Looking back, there are two necessities from this ordeal that I have pledged to take with me to the future. Firstly, it is to always carry around a reserved set of strings in case of concert dilmmas, and secondly, to not be undermined by the expectations of others

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