November 9: Music
I began piano lessons at the age of eight and continued until age thirteen, when I took up the flute. I have always loved to sing, but my talent leaned towards instrumental music. See, I am an alto, but it is difficult for me to hear harmony – definitely a problem if trying to sing in a choir.
I am grateful for the high school band and orchestra experience – it was the way I survived the betrayal of friends, the drama of cliques, and the desperate need for acceptance. Somehow all social stigmas remained outside the band room doors, and we were just fellow musicians.
I adored high school musicals, but much preferred the behind-the-scenes activity of pit orchestra. We formed some close friendships during those rehearsals and when the final curtain fell, we knew it was a special time that could never be repeated.
All three of my children have found music to be a joy in their lives as well. Their vocal talent far surpasses my own, and they each took part in honors choirs throughout their junior high/high school careers. My son went on to become an audio engineer, and he now spends his life in Nashville, making a fine living doing what he loves. My eldest occasionally plays piano and sings in church, and her daughter is already showing a love music and dance.
My youngest still loves music and attends several live concerts a year. She has learned, just as I did, that once we graduate from high school it is difficult to find ways in which to actively participate in music. But that does not mean it has lost its importance. Music helps us to relax – helps us to focus – helps us to find the beauty in life.