My Passion In Music

Music. When I started in the band in 8th grade at Saints Francis and Clare, I didn’t really want to be there. It was just another class, in another day, of my last year of school. This began to change after I realized all of the amazing people I met in the band. Band led me to be happier and become friends with people who I never even knew I would meet. It has even lead me to a path that I would like to go into in the future. I love music and band so much that it has made me want to teach it or join a band as I go into college and just for the rest of my life. Through music I have even had the opportunity to meet some very amazing people, and I have been able to work next to some of those people.

I trudged out the door in utter denial it was Friday afternoon and I was in an awful mood. For 7 years my mother had made it mandatory for me to take piano lessons twice a week. As a child, I adored practicing and the ethereal feeling I felt each time I played was truly unmatched. Although the pieces I played were classical and were no longer an interest of mine my teacher was a jovial young woman named Mrs. May. She enjoyed wearing floral patterned skirts, she had trademark wide-brimmed glasses and her soft, delightful voice always made me smile. Despite Mrs. May’s enthusiasm and encouragement, I didn’t have the same passion for music as I used to. My short attention span wasn’t helping and having to practice while also devoting time to soccer and cross-country meant my free time was practically non-existent. I thought about quitting but I couldn’t gather enough courage to tell my mother. So that being said I continued, lessons generally followed the same pattern unless I had a recital in the near future. In that case, they were demanding and strenuous. That was the case as in 2 weeks I had my largest recital where I would be playing Moonlight Sonata by Beethoven on top of a piece I had written with the help of Mrs. May.

Ever since I was a little girl I would sing everywhere, in the bathroom, the car, at school, and at parties but my favorite spot has always been in the shower. I would never sing in front of my brother, he would always tease me about my voice. Being teased made me feel like I wasn't good enough. Because of that I stopped singing for a while. At that time, I didn’t know what to do singing had been part of my life even before I even came out the womb. I've been told my aunt would sing to me frequently. I felt completely at lost, I was unidentifiable with myself. I need music in my life.

Ever since I was in my mother’s womb, music was a part of me. Music was a part of me because of my dad. He has been playing the guitar and singing even before him and my mom even met. I remember listening to stories on how when my mom was pregnant with me, he would play music and I would kick like crazy. Because of this, music was in my blood. I felt destined to play music. Turns out music became my passion. Listening to music and eventually playing it became my everything.

Growing up, music has always been a passion of mine. I listened to everything and anything. I would go to jazz concerts, operas, orchestra performances, or to a rock and roll music festival. But that passion bloomed into something more as I grew older. It blossomed into wanting to learn an instrument. I got to seize that opportunity when it came time to attend middle school.

At the time I had been in band for five years. All of my close friends were in band and we

Music, it’s basically my entire life. I wouldn’t know what type of person I’d be if I hadn’t fallen in love with music. I love music because if I’m listening to it i get lost in it and feel what the band or artist is feeling, and when I play I get a relief and I feel free. Music also inspires great things, if the world didn’t have music it would be bland. Music is not my passion, it’s my life and I’m happy with

I worked hard to keep up with the people I knew were good. They passed me and I have been improving each year. I reached a point where I was said to be guaranteed a spot in wind ensemble, the highest band. I got comfortable in my situation and took things a little easier and kept trying to get better. The month of my audition, I have worked harder than ever before in my music (career). I practiced more than ever before in my life trying to deserve being in wind ensemble.

Becoming part of the band my freshman year was exciting, but also very nerve wrecking.

Ever since my years in elementary school, I have had a love for music. This love developed in middle school where the notion of teaching music came to me. In high school, I knew the profession that was right for me was music education. After graduation, I began my journey to my calling by attending Shepherd University.

Pounding music I’ve never heard before, dancing kids, and lights flashing everywhere. That describes the exact moment I realized I want to do music. I was 8 years old and this was all foreign for me, I have never experienced anything like that. I knew what concerts where and seen videos of big ones, but if I was never introduced to local band concerts my life would have not been the same today. Something about watching kids in their teens playing their music with such passion made me so passionate, the kids in the audience too dancing, crowd surfing, singing every word to every song that their friends made, it made me want be a part of that community more than anything in the world. So that’s just what I did, I asked my sister to

Leading into my sophomore year of high school, band was the center of my life. Providing social acceptance and a sense of purpose, I could always count on the fine art to get me through the drudgery of high school. Everything seemed to effortlessly go right. I naively believed my desires would always be provided for, as I was somehow the special (albeit, shy) exception. With this idea, I felt invincible going into my first serious audition. Unknown to me, this simple, six hour event, provided the stage on which my perspective would completely change.

Several years ago, my friends and I started our own heavy metal band. Each day we would meet in my garage. There we would both write and play our songs. Each day we would unite and practice long and hard trying to perfect each of our songs and entertainment skills.

Everyday we learn a lesson, but it it is a process that we must go through. It can feel overwhelming at first since the beginning is pretty much a blank space. At a young age my passion for art really showed; however, I didn’t quite understand how to start or knew any techniques that I could use. In time I was able to learn completely. I had many people there to help me in the process and once I did, it felt like I was taught to do something that could only keep progressing in. I learned that my artistic abilities were not automatically exceptional; I needed time and dedication to develop my talent.

I first joined the band in the fourth grade playing the drums. I played for about two weeks then I quit because I didn't like it, mostly because of the teacher. In the sixth grade we got a new music teacher and told me I look like a trumpet player, so I gave it a try. I was taking music lessons but after the first one my music teacher told me she had to leave because she