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Just Play
I sit down at the piano bench, stretch my feet out to the pedals, take a
deep breath, and begin playing. I can feel my fingers gliding across the keys.
But I ‘m not really thinking about my music. I know if I do, I’ll make a
mistake or even lose my place.
I did that once, lost my place. In an important competition, I had been
been playing for about three minutes, and the piece was almost over. Then I
started thinking about where I was in the music and what came next. I panicked
and within 20 seconds my fingers had stopped playing, and I was just sitting
there at the bench. Had I been playing for people who didn’t know music, I
would have been fine. But these people happened to be very well trained in the
art of music. Ever since then I’ve been terrified of making a mistake. I play the last chord of my piece and think back on that time. I remember the vow that I made to myself - the vow that I keep today, the vow to just play. |
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