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Letters to My Dearest Friend
The Day We Met
Dearest Old Friend,
We’ve kept in touch for a very long time. It has been such a long time that I lost track of how long, so today I had to perform a search on where we first met to find out approximately when we first conversed.
Let me first backtrack and brief you on how it all started. During my elementary school years, I played the violin for a couple of years and the piano one summer. I did not enjoy the music lessons and did not practice as much as I should. Ever since the summer following seventh grade when I saw the girl who was classically trained effortlessly played the piano, my passion for music rekindled.
Beginning September of that year, I was told by the Principal of the piano studio that I was removed from the wait list. You can imagine how happy I was.The first few piano lessons were tough. I had to relearn piano, because it had been a while since I have played. I first had to commit the notes to memory. My fingers were rigid, so I was constantly scolded to curve my fingers. After about a year, I was able to participate in the National Guild of…
