Music

It has always been a part of my life,
though I have only just realised it.
I used to be in the Chinese Orchestra, for 6 years.
Wow, unbelievable now, but I couldn't imagine myself without my instrument then.
It was part of my life. I lived and breathed Chinese Orchestra Music.
Why, I was so into in, I actually joined a private orchestra and practiced up to 5 times a week. I even went jogging to improve my breathing technique.

It's all over now, more than 8 years ago I guess. Until I watched a TV program about the students trying so hard to audition for a part in the band. Their practices, their hard work, their tears. I cried with them. (yeah, silly I know)

I remember the hard work I had to put in when our concert was near.
Our silly pranks during practices.
The scoldings we received from the coaches.
Our very tensed faces during competitions.
The joy we felt when we managed to 'sing' with our instruments.
So, so many happy memories.

Suddenly I felt so lonely, I was without my 'partner'.
My hands are empty.
I don't have my scores.
I long to be on the stage.
I long for the practices with other members.
I long for the tension before the performance.
I long for the applause form the audience.
I want to make music.

Maybe I'll search for a music school and start afresh.
This time, I'll learn how to read the western score.

(Only problem is that I have too many outstations)