My Black and White Life

As stark as the contrast between the black and white keys on a piano is the contrast between my skills at the beginning of my piano years and those I have now, at the end of twelve years. I began simply, with simple songs playing one note at a time. My first recital, I was too afraid to play at all, even though family had driven for hours to come see me.

Contrast that with my senior year of high school. I memorized five large and complex pieces and performed them in a special Encore recital in front of many friends and family. I now play not only piano but also the keyboard for praise band at church.

(The instruments are practically the same, but a piano and a keyboard are played differently depending on context. A piano is played solo; a keyboard is played in a band. One can be used in place of another, and the skills are easily transferable between them. However, they are separate skill sets.)

It's amazing to look back at where I came from and see where I am now. But I know it's from hard work and diligence, not luck. So I know that I can accomplish anything with dedication and hard work!

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This is the piano I dream of owning one day!