There have been a good number of posts about The-Youngest who loves to play baseball and hockey. I’ve watched him go from being a goalie whose early strategy seemed to be to fall on his face and hope they hit him in the top of his helmet with the puck, to doing great butterfly splits, getting all pro with his glove hand, and learning to play the angles. Oh sure, he still takes more than his fair share of pucks in the face, like it’s a secret tactic of his, but he’s come so far and it’s been so great to see (even at 6 am in the morning.)
But The-Oldest has gone a different route. He’s not a sports guy. He’s a music guy.
Last year in April, he started on the piano and it’s like the two understood each other, like he’d found his soulmate.
He’s gone from plunking away aimlessly to creating freaking sonatas, preludes and piano concertos.
In less than 18 months.
When he wakes up, he races to the piano right after breakfast. When he comes home from school and he goes on the piano. When he finishes supper, he’s on the piano. When he’s asked to go to bed, he says, no, just another few minutes on the piano.
This, my friends, is what it takes to succeed at something. Lots of raw talent followed up by endless hours and hours of practice.
Below are the results. To quote him. “This is my satirical love song. Taking all the pop tropes and having many hidden references. This piece is made for the public. I wouldn’t be surprised if it’s everyone’s favorite prelude.”
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