Personal Narrative: A Musical Instrument

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My fingers ran in a blur over the black and white keys, hitting the right notes at the exact moment—it was mindless work. The chords struck true until the end of the piece; once I finished, it was time for me to repeat. (maybe a transition) So many people praise the ability to play a musical instrument—the outlet it provides for the emotions we keep pent up inside, the thrill of being able to transfer printed ink into song. Yet for many years, I couldn’t see the appeal. I lost the ability to enjoy music in my desire for easy results. I was blind to the fact that all the pieces I worked on improved my talent and only saw them as another task. Then, during my tenth and final year of lessons, my perspective began to change; the results of my

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