Descriptive Essay Unforgettable Strangers - 1373 Words

Unforgettable Strangers I sat criss-cross on top a folding chair and beheld the keyboard in front of me. One at a time, I pressed each key in alphabetical order: first ascending, then descending. â€Å"A, B, C, D, E, F, G. G, F, E, D, C, B, A,† I spoke aloud as the tip of my index finger plunked down heavily on each key. With each new note, I said its letter name aloud and progressively grew faster until the notes jumbled together, and I was mumbling and tripping over my own hands. I had been practicing for at least an hour and my back ached from leaning over my grandmother’s keyboard for so long. Not to mention, my mouth was dry from repeating the letters over and over again. During the last couple of days, the series of letters A through G†¦show more content†¦After all, she would no doubt play the piece perfectly, and I had the feeling that I would be a much better page turner than a pianist. But alas, the time finally came for me to begin despite my best efforts to wish it away. I placed my hands on the starting position, and for a split second I looked into the crowd. In that moment I decided that I would not fail. While walking up the stage I thought I had heard the echoes of what felt like thousands of people wondering what I would do. What instrument would I play? Would I make a mistake? Would I be any good? Most people probably saw a short girl wearing a floppy pink dress and assumed I would be playing a basic rendition of â€Å"Twinkle Twinkle Little Star.† I didn’t blame them. I would have made the same assumption. The only difference was that I wasn’t part of the crowd. I was up on stage, and for the moment, I only had to please myself. I broke the silence with a soft, lingering note that slowly fell into a lulling melody. My left hand moved gently, yet steadily across the chords to built the rhythmic undertones of the piece. My right hand pranced across the notes of the melody, fleeting and sure. As my notes floated through the air, pictures of flowers and fluttering butterflies filled my vision. Rolling fields of golden grasses became so vivid, that I was transported out of the church and into my own imagination. Gradually, the notes grew richer and the tempo became more