The Story Of My Life

Neither the boy nor his siblings wanted to play an instrument or get lessons from their father when he was given the instrument, the boy did not respond very well, “I had my room arranged just so, and the instrument did not fit in with my nautical theme. An anchor, yes. A guitar, no. He wanted me to jam, so I jammed it in my closet, where it remained until he signed me up for a series of private lessons” (Sedaris 3). The boy had never desired to get a guitar, “while I had

Claire rolled her eyes. "Times are changing, the people will change with them and not everyone can be expected to follow noble old traditions. Especially not when your target is the queens eye."

“Would anybody else like to compete?” Martha asked. A few moments of silence passed. “Well looks like we will all be cheering for Hannah in the regionals.” Martha said.

I later took up band in seventh grade to get a sense of what music is. Intentionally, I wanted to play the alto-sax and hopefully learn to make great music with it, but it would cost me, so I chose a clarinet. The clarinet had an interesting sound similar to a sax and it was nice to know that I sounded better than Squidward Tentacles. The flute was another instrument that caught my eye, it looked like a recorder but looks and sounds relatively refined. But, I could never get the embouchure right to get that sweet flute sound, instead it sounded like blowing air into a tube, looking back, I probably wasn’t ready to play it

This word is important because Kate becomes obsessed with the idea of learning how to play the guitar.

“Oh, look at that! You woke Amilluxe. I can’t even do that.” I placed the silk case on the marble floor, colored by the sun’s reflection on the large stained glass mural at the back of the structure, opening it up very carefully. In the bed of black wool, lay a white viola, with a white bow to match. I grabbed the neck of the instrument

In the second grade, I told my mom I wanted to play guitar. Watching School of Rock may or may not have affected that decision. A couple weeks later, my mom brought home… a violin – Guitar Center had run out of guitars, she claimed. And though it wasn’t exactly what I had asked for, I ended up liking the violin, and came to appreciate classical music. But my other musical tastes stuck with me, and quickly expanded – my iPod soon contained rock, jazz, alternative, heavy metal, hip-hop, rap, country, and everything in between. As I listened to various musical styles, I gradually picked up more instruments – electric guitar, bass, classical guitar, and so forth.

The other band finished their song. The audience clapped, and hooted, and called out embarrassing pet names for their kids. We walked on stage and sat in our designated seats. The stage lights beating down on us were hot and I needed to squint to see. The audience was a collection of tiny dark specks I was looking out at past Brown’s wide yellow clad torso. Zoe had pulled the music stand in front of us into position, flipping through the pages in the folder and finding the song and the solo page. She handed the latter to me. I grabbed it hard, crinkling the side. And Brown began counting the tempo. Brendan stood and went over to the music stand. I would follow after twenty measures. We lifted our instruments into playing position, and I bit down hard into my mouthpiece. Brown was snapping his fingers softly and began to mouth the tempo. I let my foot fall into the rhythm of the

On Christmas when I was eight, I watched my cousin play Jingle Bells on the clarinet. It wasn’t amazing- she had only started learning the instrument a couple months before the coveted performance-, but despite the mistakes and harsh tone, it convinced me to try the same instrument as soon as possible. Fortunately, I didn’t have to wait long: the next school year, a nearby

“They need time to cool off.” Remy gave her a grave look. “But on the up side, I took the pie.”

“I can’t believe you got into law school if you can’t even remember someone’s name.”

“Yeah it was hard getting to community band for a while. I had to ride with Mira, and Kaiana and Alyssa rode with Maria,” Kyle responds, opening the door for me.

“Oh, that’s a harp honey. It’s the instrument of angels”, she responded, sparking a lifelong passion to learn how to make such beautiful music myself.

“Okay.” She tilted her head looking up at him with a gap-toothed grin. She was growing up so fast. She'd already lost a couple of her baby teeth. His heart was filled with gratitude that he had her. He couldn't have beared it if she had died in the accident as well.

People don’t realize the sad truth that I’ve been holding on for and secretly suffering with most of my life. People seem to see me as a girl that is naturally bubbly, happy, and outgoing. This was a way for me to hide my real emotions in the time when my depression and anxiety were major factors impacting my self-esteem, just a couple of years ago. So, yes, I admit it -- I was a victim of depression and anxiety. My anxiety has been occurring ever since I was a toddler. My usual anxious behavior would be when I would easily get nervous, wouldn’t talk that well in order to be understood, would go through emotional meltdowns at times, and so forth. My depression however, seem to connect a lot with my anxiety because of my meltdowns and it would easily bring my self-esteem down. One interesting fact about my depression is that it got extreme when I was in middle school. Many events in that time of my life made me feel absolutely worthless inside.