I once dreamed of being a Musician.
I love listening to music. I love putting into melody what I feel and what I think. I could play the piano when I was five years old. I took interest in learning how to play the guitar when I was eight. But by the time that I reached puberty, all the music-related things that I know have been erased from my memory. It was Tabularasa all over again. Suddenly, I do not know how to read notes, how to play the piano, and how to differentiate the tones. I even forgot how to get the right rhythm and timing. It was as if I was doomed to a world of Mediocrity. I was stigmatized. I was ripped off of the potential of being a Musician.
For some time, I cried over a spilled milk. But then I realized that I am not cut for it. I am not destined to be a Musician. And here are the 10 reasons why...
- I am tone deaf.
- I am off tune. ALWAYS.
- I cannot make a difference between the sound of piano and lead guitar and base when put together.
- I have no context of rhythm and timing.
- I cannot grasp the difference between Tempo and Beat. Seriously.
- I find it hard to remember the title of the song and the artist (and/or the song itself!) no matter how many times I have heard it. Well, unless I get fixated on it.
- I cannot read notes. My music teacher could attest to that! Or even my friends!
- I do not like the F# and Bm, B chords!
- I can get really stubborn over a tone that is stuck on my mind.
- For 20 years, I believed that Trumpet is Harmonica, and Harmonica is Trumpet. For real.
So you see. I may have known how to play piano before, but then... If it is not for me, then it is not for me. I can still listen to music, anyway.
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