Wow. Just, wow. I've never figured a proper lesson could be so much pressure. To be frank, I've never taken my mom's words seriously whenever I'm on the piano. Okay, maybe a few times, but she never got time for me anyways. You know, women with their business.
So mom said, I'm gonna send you to have a lesson with, OMGWTF a famous Malaysian pianist.
:)
:D
>:9
Awesome. 'Cos I thought I might never be able to, any further, hone my skills (if there are any) on the piano. Yay. But, wow (as mentioned earlier), wow, stressed much? Plus the dizziness knocking in my head (probably because of the messed-up order of food and food supplement), gah. A lot to work on.
And whenever I say a lot, I really, really mean a LOT.
And when someone is professional, he can really make you feel IT.
Yes, up your arse, down your throat, or right in the middle of your stomach. Behold, tremble before the almighty PANIC.
I was secretly swearing at myself when I played the first piece, where I fell down several (make that a few hundred) times, and repeated some 3908247592039457 stupid mistakes. And realized that wasn't even close to being worthy of swearing, when he pointed out what was necessary to take note of.
I've been practicing with the inappropriate fingerings all the time. FML indeed.
Well, nevertheless, it had been a both intriguing and enlightening experience! The joy!
I guess humans just still love things when they are seemingly turned 'right' or 'correct'. Nature. Bah, who cares, whatever.
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Haha. I take it the audition went good? Alright? Much better than expected? :D
i just realized how messed up my post was. you have to teach me how to refine my writing ); gah. no audition lah, just first class. omg.
Gonna be just fineeeeee. =)
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