A Beginner Craves Piano Practice for the First Time
Each musical mirage startled me. I had been taking adult piano lessons for only two years, and while packing for vacation, I had little concern about my being away from the piano for a few weeks. After all, I was only a beginner. Yet once on the beach, I found myself—annoyingly—unable to relax, my hands electrified with a yearning to practice and my mind whirring with melodies left on the music rack at home.
My piano playing had quietly journeyed beyond the peripheral confines of a hobby, and into the epicenter of my life.
Apparently, my piano playing had quietly journeyed beyond the peripheral confines of a hobby, and into the epicenter of my life. I realized that over the past few months, I anticipated my piano practice as enthusiastically as my morning coffee or a sweet treat following dinner.
But how would I satiate this need to play while on vacation? Still not very confident in my abilities, I wasn’t brave enough to locate a piano bar or restaurant and practice in public. I contemplated the full-sized paper keyboard my piano teacher had given me and the half-sized electronic keyboard with which I used to practice before I owned a real piano, and vowed to add both to my packing list for next summer. In the meantime, I tempered my piano appetite by playing with the piano app on my iPad and reading Ann Patchett’s novel Bel Canto, a moving story of beautiful piano-infused friendships forged in the direst of circumstances.
“The world looks mighty good to me, ’cause Tootsie Rolls are all I see. Whatever it is I think I see, becomes a Tootsie Roll to me!” I was in kindergarten when that Tootsie Roll commercial was popular, and I loved the catchy tune and the silliness of the idea that everyday objects could turn into candy. I also recall contemplating my own five-year-old identity…. What would I want objects in my world to turn into? What was my most favorite thing?
Now it seems that I have found it. Piano, “I think I’m in love with you.”