Sunday, November 14, 2010
Love at first sight
Do you believe in love at first sight? I do. But not about people, just about music. When I was eight years old the kids in the grade above gave a concert to inspire us little ones to take up an instrument the next year. It was the first time I saw a cello, and it really was love at first sight. The concert was terrible, all out of tune and adorable like every elementary and middle school concert will be indefinitely. But I was mesmerized by the instrument, and I couldn't even hear it. When the songs ended, I ran up to the music teacher and asked about the instrument. She told me it was a cello and then she told me to go back to my seat. Everything was decided. Done. That was what I had to have. It was a given, a fact of my life that I would be playing that instrument. Kind of like that scene in Wayne's World: "It shall be mine. Oh yes, it shall be mine." And that's what happened mere months later.
Never before or since have I felt such an instant and intense connection with anything else. Or anyone else, for that matter. It's the only time I have felt as if silly things like fate or past lives could exist. Playing cello just feels right, and I always end up coming back to it. When life is riddled with obstacles and change, it is my constant. And yes, that is a picture of me at two years old.