The flurry of sophomore year had placed piano last on my long list of activities: debate, basketball, school...Beethoven's voice no long filled my mind at midnight, but rather the voices of calculus and chemistry always lingered. There seemed no end to my study, my homework, my tests: only a ceaseless cycle of overwhelming stress.
Even my last days of summer dwindled down to SAT prep, where critical reading, writing, and mathematics were constant reminders of my anxiuos need to improve. One night, in one of rare moments to catch a breath, I sat down on that leather bench and proceeded to strum a few bars of Lucky by Jason Mraz, a personal favorite. I found myself piecing together the bits of popular music by Mraz, Avril Lavigne, Taylor Swift, and Colbie Callait. Closing my eyes, I could almost hear their individual voices, alighting on just the right notes of music, my fingers weaving through the rests and beats. So excited, I even flipped through my old books and renewed my childhood love for Chopin in the midst of nostalgia.
After an hour or so, I settled down to peruse a pre-lab for chemistry class and almost laughed as I found myself strumming my fingers on the surface of my desk.
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