I have always wanted to play a musical instrument. Other than the Yamaha recorder that was compulsory in primary school music lessons (and I am pretty good at it!), I practically have not learnt how to play any other - well, at least not formally.
So, I was very envious of my two cousins, T and H, who are musically trained in piano. I just love the way their fingers glide gracefully over the black and white piano keys, producing MUSIC. I wished I had the chance to learn how to do that!
Thus, I sent my two boys for formal music lessons - G learnt the violin (Grade 4) and S learnt piano (Grade 3). After a lot of nagging and hours of anguished practices/ABRSM exams, they decided to ditch the instruments for computers and Lego!
Then hubby L suggested, "Why don't YOU go for lessons instead?" - seeing how I like to play simple self-taught "Easy Piano" pieces. Now that I have finished my writing project and would be free for a while, I thought, "Why not?" So, I went ahead and booked a lesson in the neighbourhood music school.
I want to document my journey, to see how far I can go, to see whether my fingers would be too stiff, - and all the challenges I would face.
Well, I'd like to say "Wish Me Luck!", but I know that it is not luck that I need, but practices after practices.
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