Narrating a Story

Practice Playing the Piano

Playing the piano taught me that practice makes progress. I started taking piano lessons when I was three years old girl. My mother wanted me to be a good piano player. However, I actually hated practicing. What was worse, I had two big slump periods when I couldn’t play at all during my life. One was when I was a six grade elementary student and the other was when I was a first year high school student. I said “I want to give up the piano lessons.” to my mother, but she just said “No” strongly, so I wasn’t able to quit the lessons.
I had piano lessons twice a week. One was a group lesson and the other one was a private. I especially didn’t like the private lessons. That is because I had to show how bad I am at playing the piano to my teacher one on one. My teacher often said “Do practice more!!” Sometimes I had to cry and say “I am sorry” to her because I couldn’t play the piano well. It was really hard time. However, as for group lesson, I liked it. There were four people including me in my group. Two of them were very good players, but one girl and I were not.
One day, while I was in a first big slump period, one thing happened and it changed my mind and attitude toward practicing. Our teacher gave us a music score which was a piano piece made for four hands for a big contest. It was difficult. At first, we almost gave up but that was the last contest for the girl because she was going to quit taking lessons after the contest. We practiced a lot together, and we found that we improved a lot. During the contest we couldn’t get any prizes but we were satisfied with our playing and of course we enjoyed a lot. After that I tried to practice the piano more even though it is so boring, I learned it would improve my piano playing skills. I continued the lessons for 15 more years. Because of this, I don’t give up things as easily and I can try to practice a lot even if it is really hard.