The Moment – I chose to learn piano.


OK  – So I didn’t exactly learn piano when I was 6 (fortunately my brother has that opportunity now). I actually picked it up when I was 13. I quit practicing piano daily around age 17.
At the time I was 13, I thought it’d be a good idea to learn piano – As long as I wouldn’t give up easily and loved music, right? As long as I was willing to work a bit to learn songs – and then I’d be able to play all the songs I wanted to on the piano!

Boy was I wrong. Right from the start, it took me a month of drilling music theory before my teacher let me play a simple 3 note song with one hand. A couple more months of endless wrist pinching from my teacher until my form was good enough for her standards. And as soon as possible, I was practicing classical repertoire songs for RCM exams every single day for hours. After I skipped the first 2 levels and went straight for the level 3 exam, I passed, just for another wave of classical repertoire songs, this time skipping another 4 levels, heading straight for  level 7!  So hours and hours more every single day practicing scales, memorizing theory, and repeating these classical songs to perfection. By the time you’re done practicing, you’ve had enough and just want a break. The only time I felt like playing songs I liked was when I was suppose to be practicing my repertoire songs, which subsequently led to a furious piano teacher and even more furious, angry mother.

But what’re I going to do? Give up? Ask to slow down? Yeah right! ‘Cause sure it sure as hell wasn’t me who was paying for those lessons – and sure as hell wasn’t ME who paid  $4000 for my piano!
So that’s right! I gotta just listen to what people tell me and put up with all of it. When I finally reached level 8, the level we were all aiming for – I dropped classical music for good.

The beeping at the end of the video was actually my little brother trying to enter the house but he didn’t get the code right for the automated lock and he tripped the alarm. I thought I had to do the shot yet again, but actually found it very fitting:
When I just started playing piano, I was fresh, eager to learn, and had a mother who was willing to learn with me and support me. As the years went on, I grew weary, my mother grew weary, and I was left completely by myself to practice all this boring technical stuff. It eventually leads to me quitting classical music and is the death of my musical career as I knew it. So the sound of the beeping + alarm symbolize this quite well since it sounds just like a heart monitor of the last moments of a dying patient.

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