88 keys -♩ ♪ ♫ ♬ ♭ ♮

It's the reason for the tears, but the happiness of fulfillment as well.

Sometimes I love it so much.. staying up late learning notes and listening to music recordings played by professional performers.

But other times.. I just hate it to guts.

I like doing things in an efficient way. But when I find my self seated at the piano, I tend to rush things too much. I jump straight into playing with two hands, when I should practice each hand separately.  

And no. It doesn't work out well.

Learning instruments require a whole new level of patience, and after so many years, I still haven't quite gotten it all figured  out. The persistence and incentive of doing something over and over again till it reaches perfection.

I guess at the end of the day, it's the end result that keeps me going.

 Being able to share the music with others in a nice looking concert hall to me,  is the definition of joy. 

The harsh truth that I've realized is that, the adrenaline of excitement and nervousness doesn't help me perform any better, in fact it it does the opposite.

I get a piece 96 % perfect during practice in the confinements of my own home

But once it's brought onto stage, I only get  80% of the entire piece right.

I think the only way to perform at 100 % perfection on stage, is to achieve 150% perfection at practice.

And now it comes to the part where performing an instrument is almost similar to everything we do in life.

" Mental preparedness" 

It's the moment you push yourself to slowly learn the notes of a new piece, and the moment you brace yourself for the first key you lay your fingers on on stage.

It's the mentality that makes you forget the surroundings, to listen and and lose yourself in every note that falls.

It's the ability to submit yourself to anything and everything you do. Whether it's giving a speech to a crowd, or the 10 min job interview.

Just be cool, and do it well ;)

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Thank you for reading;)

Written with love,

June